Like Speed Dating, Only Not

Tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn, I’m off to my very first foray into local “Speed Networking.” I’m doing some freelance Sales repping for Accounting Services of York, where our lovely Gypsy works.

Want your bookkeeping or payroll or just taxes done (for incredibly reasonable prices) by some really fun people who aren’t jerks that will hire a semi-goth chick with stripey socks to pimp their services at 7am on a Friday morning? Give them a call. 717.757.5482 Say hi to the Gypsy. Tell her the Princess sent you.

I’m going to bed now. Because we all know I’m going to be up at 3am.

That’s how anxiety rolls. Wish me luck!!

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Forgetting the Taste of Oxygen

Now that I’m better, I’m buried deep in all the stuff I’ve had due since my birthday. Fun! An interview, an introduction, a book to agent, a YA novel to finish, and a big fat copyedit. I’ll come up for air soon.Soon. Ha.

“Soon” can be a torturously long time.

In honor of the last thing on my list, give me the most flowery, terrible sentence that you could ever imagine writing. Come on. I know you can do it. Impress me!!

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In Which the Princess Learns Something New

I think my New Year’s Resolution for 2010 will be “Learn New Things.” So far I’ve started basic Romanian (or what Gypsy lets us overhear in the kitchen), researched the sexes of mosquitoes, and my new word for the day today: tessellated.

From Wikipedia: A tessellation or tiling of the plane is a collection of plane figures that fills the plane with no overlaps and no gaps. One may also speak of tessellations of the parts of the plane or of other surfaces. Generalizations to higher dimensions are also possible. Tessellations frequently appeared in the art of M. C. Escher. Tessellations are seen throughout art history, from ancient architecture to modern art.

“Tessellated” is a good ajective to use when…say…describing the scales of dragons. I was intrigued by this word. I still am. I urge you to use it three times today and make it your own.

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Monkey Jam

The ice cream eats bat hearts and cherries jubilee. For seven. Up elevator, please.


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So, Yeah

The doctor says I have acute bronchitis. So now I’m going to take my antibiotics & cough syrup with codeine and go sleep downstairs where the TV isn’t transmitting sugary cereal cravings on a subliminal wavelength. I promise I’ll come up with something really clever tomorrow. Assuming I don’t sleep through tomorrow. Wish me luck.

Love you guys. xox

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Eat Your Heart Out, Julia Child

We’ve got an Easy Bake Oven in the hizzy.

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Don’t Forget!

There’s still time to vote for this!


Click on over to the first annual Apex Magazine Story of the Year Award and cast your ballot.

I do have a story on the ballot — “Poor Man’s Roses”, which appeared in October.

Voting will continue through January 30th. The story receiving the most votes will be announced on February 1st. The author of the Apex Magazine Story of the Year will receive a trophy and the unique distinction of being the best Apex had to offer during 2009.

…and we thank you for your support.

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Is there anyone out there who *doesn’t* have a cold right now?

This crap is really getting on my nerves.

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Awesome Porch really has some of the best sunsets.

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If You Can Keep Your Head When All About You Are Having Dreams

The bonus of living with other writers is that not only do you get to hear the blogs before they get posted (or never get posted), you also get to discuss them around the kitchen table. Kelli has posted her Martin Luther King Jr. Day blog — it’s all about dreams — dreams of men in times past, and possible dreams for our future.

Since leaving Tennessee, I’ve slept better than I’ve slept in over ten years. It means I haven’t had the wild and crazy dreams I’ve based a lot of my short stories on — luckily I have more than enough to write at the moment so I don’t miss them…yet. Instead I’ve had waking dreams, dreams in lieu of fears, dreams about how I’m going to paint my future and what I’m going to wear when I go skipping through the watercolors.

The best part of is all is having the freedom to dream these things, and the freedom to follow through with whichever path I take. And each of these paths is a high road, because I am the person I choose to be.

Who is this person, you might ask? I’ll give you a hint enclosed in one of my favorite poems, a poem that has been stuck in my head for the last six weeks. I learned it in high school, after a production of See How They Run. It reminds me of who I am.

Who are you?

What are your dreams?



by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

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