Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009: Album
December 10: Album of the year. What’s rocking your world? I have purchased only a few albums this year, and a lot of them aren’t new. I guess I look at music the same way I look at books. There…
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Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009: Challenge
So Gwen Bell is doing this project, okay? It’s not really about getting people to read your stuff, it’s more an opportunity to reflect on all of the things that have happened over the course of 2009. We already know…
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Oh, HI THERE!
My goodness, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. You’ll excuse my absence, please…I’ve been holed up, working on my project for National Novel Writing Month. It’s over now, though, and I should really stop neglecting this ‘blog….
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Lost: Mo, size large.
Sigh. I do hate losing my mo. One of my favorite lines to trot out about having chosen writing as a career is that you can find inspiration in whatever you do or say. You wake up every day knowing…
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NaNoWriMo, Day Six
…the first three days were brilliant. But then the end of day three came, and I was a good two days ahead, and now I am actually a day and a half back. Awful. To distract myself I will post…
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Eyeballs in my martini and the woes of a broken camera
My, oh my, oh my. How time does fly. We’ve done a lot in just a short week. I’ve mentioned our friends Colin, Carli, and Lily before. We went on that incredible Fat Tire Narnia trip with them? Right, anyway,…
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home & safe
and sorting out the crap that is expense reports, flotsam and jetsam of the post-deployment variety, and the massive backlog of photos. more later.
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Book publishing goes all Michael-Jackson on me
There’s been some hue-and-cry lately over Justine Larbalestier’s new book, Liar. It’s not because it’s about a black girl who is a compulsive liar; it’s not because it’s a young-adult book about a black girl who’s a compulsive liar; it’s…
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Crumbs in my keyboard…
…bees in my bonnet. I had a dream last night that Jim and I were in a triathlon. It was some kind of weird triathlon/adventure-racing hybrid, though, because there was underwater bush-whacking involved. My friend Pamela was there, for some…
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Iron Girl, Iron Guy, and the Iron Maiden (Part II)
Are you keeping track of the number of hours I’ve logged in as sleep since Tuesday night? I was, as I lay awake on Saturday night, the night before the race I’d taken six months out to train for. Jim…
