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    Saturday, October 25th, 2008
    12:13 pm
    National Novel Writing Month/Encourage your author friends/donate to Young Writer's Program
    Hey, how much more do you want?  And you don't have to send the encouraging v-gifts just to people who have entered.  I know a lot of people who need them.  A lot.

    From LJ News:

    National Novel Writing Month Is Coming

    National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), your annual chance to write a 50,000-word novel in 30 days, starts on November 1. We know NaNoWriMo is very popular with LJ users, and we also know the key to finishing is having the right kind of support. Together with our friends at NaNoWriMo we've come up with a number of ways to help you get across the 50,000-word finish line.

    • Doing something for others can be a great motivator, so for every LiveJournal user who finishes the contest this year, we'll donate a $1 to NaNoWriMo's Young Writers Program. We partnered wth NaNoWriMo and created </a></b></a>lj_nanowrimo to keep track of who's participating and who finishes. All you have to do is join and let us know your NaNo username or number, and at the end of the month we'll check our list against the list of verified finishers.

    • If you're more motivated by personal gain than altruism (and really, who isn't?), we have something for you, too. We're giving away 5 free one-year paid accounts to a random selection of LJ users who join </a></b></a>lj_nanowrimo and finish NaNoWriMo.

    • Want to offer your support to friends who are writing madly to meet the deadline? Encourage them with a special v-gift and we'll donate 50% of the net proceeds to the Young Writer's Program.

    • It takes more than coffee to write a novel in 30 days. One of our writing-themed templates might be just the thing to keep you going late at night.

    • LJ staffers </a></b></a>coffeechica and </a></b></a>lyndaellen are taking the plunge this year and you can track their progress in </a></b></a>lj_nanowrimo (we hear that fear of public failure is a great motivator).

    • And, as part of NaNoWriMo's Write-a-thon fundraiser on November 15, we're sponsoring what we think is the grandest of the Grand Prizes—the LiveJournal Laptop! The top fundraiser of the night will walk away with a brand-new Dell Studio 15 laptop all pimped out LJ-style.

    You can get all the details about LiveJournal's involvement with NaNoWriMo at </a></b></a>lj_nanowrimo.

    Current Mood: bouncy
    Thursday, September 25th, 2008
    6:00 pm
    Well . . . it's Elliot's fault
    That last post was a long time ago, wasn't it? Now and then I've thought of posting but got distracted by tracking down a decent userpic. C'mon, isn't wandering through images much more fun, especially if you're thinking about restarting a blog?

    Anyway, I'm prompted to getting around to actually posting something because a somewhat casual friend from the SF world, Elliot Shorter, has diabetes and took not taking care of oneself to the extreme. Which, selfishly, has me very annoyed: I liked seeing him at the few conventions we both attended. I visited him in rehab -- didn't I say that he'd taken it to an extreme? -- last weekend. Another visitor mentioned an LJ one of his SCA friends started, While I was writing an update about Elliot for another blog an idea came to me about books for him. So I'm trying to work out a way of getting in touch with the person running that one.

    Oh, Elliot? Right now I have, I think, something posted to his LJ, am holding off for information from that before finishing up a response for the File 770 blog, another blog I came across last had a post from when he landed himself in the hospital and things didn't sound good, and am by now mightily confused.

    Current Mood: annoyed
    Sunday, December 23rd, 2007
    8:19 am
    The reason I haven't written in a long time is . . . well, 2006 was a very rough year.  Much of it I can't write about but the part I can, and kept having to write about, I found that I couldn't.  Not that I couldn't start but  it's an excellent example of the fact that I'm lousy when it comes to writing about anything long and complex - even when I tried just now to do one sentence it was followed by another, and another, and I'm finally deleting the whole thing.

    So: the reason I started writing again.  The other day a friend sent me one of those fun things to add to a journal and another friended me and then sent an email to someone else asking for my address.  (Plus there's one where my email response keeps doing the getting longer and longer thing and perhaps this will be good practice.)  So I'll start with a hello -- and discover that I can't remember how to include such things and can't find it quickly. 

    So it's hello, and best of the new year to you all!
    Monday, December 19th, 2005
    7:40 pm
    I just got to do something really neat
    The gentleman who does most of the deliveries from my pharmacy -- yes, I have a pharmacy that delivers -- is great and over time we've gotten to be sociable. He was dropping some things off the other day and, as I did my usual muttering of "Once I get this place cleaned up I can . . . " laughed: the amount of paper and books that have piled up is appalling. He then proceeded to believe, or pretend to believe, my bluster about the work that has gotten done. Having talked about books seen some of the ones I have he asked if I could recommend something like The Sword Of Shannara, which I chose to translate into 'something like but better written'.

    Which, especially since he's been on my mind lately, promptly lead to George R. R. Martin. I'll admit that I prefer things such as the sly humour in Tuf Voyaging (and years of working in a book store left me intimidated by the sheer size of A Game of Thrones and the sequels) but he can *write*. Not only did I think this fellow would like it but he and George's fans in Brotherhood without Banners have much in common. So I recommended it.

    I like books. Even more I like connecting people with books which is why I enjoyed working in bookstores so much. And I like this earnest, helpful, cheerful young man. [Digression about recognizing those the service industry firmly stomped on.] So today something occurred to me and I called the local bookstore and had them put A Game of Thrones on hold for me. When he showed up today to drop off the rest of the prescription I simply gave him the address of the bookstore, the name of the book, told him that it was under my name and gave him enough to cover it.

    What followed was the best example of "it is better to give than to receive" that I've ever experienced or heard of. Were I try to write it it would take much longer to read than to be there but confusion, surprise, delight, more surprise, more delight, a fair amount of laughter, several hugs, and more delight.

    All I did was make a phone call and scrounge up a twenty. And as delighted as he was I'm even more so. As I said, really neat and I got to do it.
    Sunday, December 18th, 2005
    7:16 pm
    Feeling productive without actually working
    There are a number of things that really need to get done but through a string of events I wound up at Quiz Gallery. Which is a happy time waster if there ever was one. Skipping those which are based only on a name, and since I did say that this was just random snippets of things . . .

    You should learn Russian

    QuizGalaxy Language Quiz!

    You should learn Russian. You like to be able to speak to people wherever you travel if even just a little bit. You are smart enough to learn this language and have the patience to follow through with it.

    Take this quiz at

    Which amuses me: I've long wanted to learn Russian and back when I knew Greek well enough to read it discovered that I could also figure out the headlines in Pravda just because the alphabets are similar.

    <td align="center">Salvador Dali

    Salvador Dali should paint your portrait. You love to think about the world in a different way then everyone else. You are very ambitious, and you like strange things. You are curious about everything and love to learn.

    Take this quiz at</td>

    While all but ambitious -- had to give up on that -- pretty much fits um, Salvador Dali? I think that Jackson Pollock might be more appropriate.

    Current Mood: quixotic
    Thursday, May 12th, 2005
    3:23 am
    As the title indicates generally I just post bits and pieces, things that I've found elsewhere. But tonight it's myself I find, sitting at my computer, one cat at my feet and another on the rug nearby, classical music from a station in Amsterdam thanks to DSL -- that it's from Amsterdam means that I'm not jarred by the sudden intrusion of a spoken language I understand, and warm night air coming through the windows.

    It is perhaps the last that's the best, that the season has finally fully turned. The cats are always with me, even when I'm missing them because I'm not here. The music is a gift, something I'd done without far too long since the stereo had its coughing fit a couple of years ago, and it's yet another proof of how fortunate I am in my friends as one spent a very long year convincing me to go with DSL and finding the best deal for me, knowing better than I that I needed it.

    I'm very, very lucky, much more than I deserve; my friends are as stubborn about putting up with my flaws as my cats are, and are far more patient.(*) Still, I needed this turn of the season and because of friendship the pleasure has been heightened.

    I live in an apartment but today I helped a friend install a new screen in an attic, a chore that had had to wait until the birds nesting between the old one and the window had grown up enough to go out into the world. It's a lovely room, all clean lines with a peaked ceiling meeting the forest-colored walls halfway down, the window overlooking a long side yard framed by trees. It took a while to find a screen that fit and all the while the breeze and the sounds of the neighborhood were filling the space and also opening it up, the height and the trees filtering the breeze and the sounds such that the former didn't ruffle a single paper and the latter blended into a living background. I can see what it was, an office and room enjoyed by guests; the screen rather than sealing the window allows me to use it rather than a darker room over the summer when visiting -- a great and unexpected gift -- and to draw the heat up from the rest of the house; and one can picture the cherished bedroom or quiet study it will become.

    I live in an apartment but today I spent an hour or so talking about caring for a friends yard and garden with someone who knows much of such things. The grapes haven't done well because of the work that went on next door over the past years. I'll have to remember to ask if maybe, just maybe, would it be worthwhile to make another try? My guess is that the answer is no, still, I know that I'll enjoy the answer. We looked over where taking out some of the dead bushes in the hedge, which had been discussed last time we talked, had given others room to grow and how they had straightened up and started filling in the space. He pointed out where some of the roses had been trimmed back along with overhanging tree branches, and I recognized that the result will probably be a bumper crop of raspberries this year. Perhaps flowers in the center of the stump where a tree had to be taken out? I know that it was iconographic, he knows that the space isn't ready for permanent planting yet. I apologized that I hadn't been able to do the weeding that we'd talked about a year ago. I don't want the responsibility of caring for a yard again but had looked forward to spending a bit of time working in one when it wasn't a chore, and still do now that I'm better able to get around. The freedom to putter without the responsibility is a gift. He cares for the place, both in the sense of 'taking care of' and 'caring about' but doesn't have the time to dig out the weeds one by one and would be glad to see it done.

    He knows what it was once like, as I know what my parents garden was like once. We both know why that is past and share stories; we both work in the present, tending things for now without giving up on them or seeing it as a dead end; and I think that we both see the potential, not just for the places but for the people. A couple or maybe small family will come in and recognize the berms we built up for Mom's azaleas and see how the trees lead to them, filling in the planting boxes again and having long, lazy evenings on the screened porch. A larger family will come in with children playing in that yard and hiding up by the fence or talking up in the attic, able to overhear the adults who rest outside at the end of the week before the sun goes down and it's time to go in. And while they move into larger spaces those who live in these places now will also move on to homes with smaller responsibilities -- and thus expanded freedoms of their own. What they might do with it is the future, and exciting.

    As I said, I'm a very fortunate woman. I have neither house nor garden, and no avocation for taking care of either. But because of family, blood and chosen and by friendship, I have the pleasure. And am alive and awake in my senses to feel the warm night air, and take pleasure in that.

    *About my friends being far more patient than the cats, my downstairs neighbor/catsitter/friend can attest to and is proof of this. Although she'd been told that I was coming home tonight it seems that Sasha either hadn't gotten the message or simply decided that she wanted some company *now*. In any event, she seems to have quickly come to recognize Jacqueline coming in almost as well as she does me and from behind my apartment door talked Jacqueline into coming up to feed her. She's fair on her way to being spoiled, doing her best to catch up with Fribble.
    Friday, April 15th, 2005
    11:20 am
    And this does make sense, in a lot of ways

    You Are 24 Years Old


    Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

    13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

    20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

    30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

    40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

    Wednesday, April 13th, 2005
    2:25 am
    Y'know, this sort of makes sense -

    My Unitarian Jihad Name is: The Nunchuku of Looking at All Sides of the Question.

    Get yours.

    Sunday, March 13th, 2005
    2:13 pm
    Just a placeholder
    I'm terrible about keeping up a journal but friends have been getting on my case about posting as Anonymous. And by now most of the conventions that I'm working on have LJs. I don't know but the facilities liaison posting hotel information to the Capclave journal, for example, as an unknown user just seems wrong.

    So - an account. I'll try to say something every now and then, or at least put up various bits and readings.


    Current Mood: working