kate rothwell

Best tee-shirt of the day: Every time you see a rainbow, God is having gay sex.

I measure brain activity by rodent power, and yes, I know rabbits aren't rodents but some other family, I think. But close enough, okay? Gerbil brain --when your brain can't get off a subject and it runs on the wheel, thinking of nothing else. Rabbit brain --when your brain hippetty-hops from subject to subject and you bounce around the house or the internet not finishing projects or check your email every few minutes. Dormouse brain --see "Alice in Wonderland." Today = bunny brain and I can't write two sentences in a row. I went outside to rake leaves, thought of a sentence! came back inside, found a chewed up mess the dog made, cleaned up the mess, forgot why I'd come inside, made more coffee, checked the email, remembered I needed to go find the Halloween decorations in the basement and why don't I do a load of laundry while I'm there......blah blah blah, hop hop hop. What would be a useful and productive rodent? Maybe a hamster busy stuffing its ch...

I'm listening to a book on tape--an Ann Perry mystery. The book is driving me nuts. I sort of like the characters--they're occasionally predictable, but I don't mind that. I like the fact that, though they're not simplistic, these people are filled to the brim with integrity, strength, honesty yadda yadda. Nice change from the reality of ambiguous people in the real world. I don't even mind the POV errors I keep noticing. Or the obvious mistakes the characters make. EXCEPT I don't think I can listen to the whole thing because, even though the main characters are dandy, the author's driving me nuts. She has them all, every last one of them, closing their eyes and visiting the past when she needs to get in some backstory. They get so lost in their thoughts they are all startled when someone speaks and pulls them forward. Oops, just escaped to the vivid past which has more scent, sight, sound than this particular moment. Uh UH, girl friend. Once, twice okay, ...

Sometimes when I read other writers' blogs, I get sorta jealous at all the attention they get. I'm poison ivy green about this note Tod Goldberg got. That's some tasty hate mail. Not as good as Tod's response, but the crack about the middle school girl really hit home for me. Maybe someday I can get someone threatening me with a lawyer for no particular reason too. [found by way of Karen.]

But read this article anyway. I mean EDS is scary and I think the guy is right. Rush is insufferable a sufferer. [article found at corrente while I was looking for their smoked brisket recipe. ]

I've gotten four rejections this week.

me: No, I'm sorry. It's not winter. The heat's not going on yet. boy: Dang it, mom, look! I can see my breath--See? steam! me: Okay, put on a sweater. boy: I'm already wearing two shirts and a sweatshirt. me: Where's your coat? boy : The dog is shivering! Just turn on the heat, would you? me: Wait until your dad gets home. boy: Why?! me: He knows how and I'm too cold to go bang around in the basement. winner--boy dog : prancing by door. I need to go out! whine! me: opening door. dog: scratching at door. woof! WOOF me: opening door. Shut up. You're annoying the neighbors. Okay, come on in. [three minutes later] dog: prancing by door. out! again! whine! me: Listen you dumb mutt, I can't leave the back door open any more. It's too cold. And no, I don't have time to keep letting you in and out of the house. Pick a place and stay there for a few minutes. . . . What's wrong? dog: prancing by door It's a squirrel! I have to go o...