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The Beauty of Being Human

Today is a day when the waters of contentment run so deep, so wide and so swift that I am unable to keep my head above them, and do not even try. With my last breath, I sing hymns of praise.
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The Singularity is So Near, It's at My Desk

LogoThere is
person with my name in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

On a less-frivolous note, I haven't been around LJ for the past two weeks, and I was catching up on some folks to see that awful things are happening to people I really like. I wish I knew what to say, apart from this: you are NOT the awful things that happen to you. And for what it's worth, if I haven't talked to you in the past two weeks, I miss you. Yes, YOU.
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Pubic Service Announcement

For reasons I do not pretend to understand, my sister wants you to go to this website and vote for "Hollywood." This person is a friend of hers, whom my sister characterizes as "a very sweet girl."

For those of you afraid to click the link, it's sort of...um...well the title of the page is "retro inspired pinup contest." So, slightly gothy cheesecake with great hair and makeup.

Forward, link, whatever, just vote so that my sister gets off my back.

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My Moment in the Sun

It was raining when I had it. For the four of you who don't follow me on Twitter or Facebook or anywhere else, I was on the radio yesterday, making my annual appearance on Ann Arbor's "Dancin' in the Fast Lane" show. We had a lovely time, and you can listen to the reading in its entirety here.

I'm thinking of going back to the old podcasting thang again, this time posting more of my own fiction. Not sure.

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Wow. It's been a month or so since I've posted. Suffice to say, I've been busy. I've now finished TWO novels, and busy season has picked up at work. I keep thinking of things that I want to post about, but they always end up on Twitter or on one of my other blogs.

But here's something that belongs here: the light. Yesterday, fog was coming in off the ocean and creeping up over the mountains, making the west even more dark and gloomy than normal first thing in the morning. But there were still clouds to the east, with the exception of a little patch right above Boulder Creek - a little hole just above the rising sun, so that the light wasn't shining directly through like the face of God, but indirectly and through a nimbus, like a Merchant Ivory film about God. The effect, as I was driving westward to drop off Badb, was to bathe the trees and houses in striking gold light that was entirely out of keeping with the flat gray of the sky behind it. It was amazing, and I wanted to be able to pull over and appreciate it for a while, but time and tide and giant mountains of work wait for no man, and don't wait long for this woman, either.

On the way home, there was a similar phenomenon: as the sun set to the west through a haze of fog, the sky to the east looked like a giant cyclorama lit up to suggest twilight. Splashes of blue and purple across the sky had whitish centers to them and were skewed and warped like the light from well-placed spotlights with colored gels. What play would unfold in front of such a giant set? It would have to be something wonderful, because the nature of the world is such that this beautiful night would be followed by dawn, when everything is washed new and all is forgiven.

The light this morning was beautiful, but not the same. I wonder if yesterday will be one of those days that I remember my whole life.
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Compulsive Writing

This happens every fall. I start writing and I find that I can't stop. I'm 2500 words in and I want to keep going, but I should go to bed. This is why it takes me so long to buckle down. Because I know that once I do, I'm pretty darned well buckled.