Climbing Critters

Well, my son has learned to climb on the couch. can I have my heart attack now?

He's been trying to climb over the side and the back for at least a half-hour. I finally gave up and dumped him in the playpen, because I just can't handle this. I can't do anything but wait for the thump, and it's driving me crazy.

I know people survive this. I've seen children older than two. I've even seen adults that were once children!

But gods, how do the parents survive?

Husbands and nervous wives

I only recently got my driver's license. I have never driven in really bad weather. It's snowing here.

Hubby's not feeling well and wants me to drive to the grocery store. I'm fine with this. He then says, "it's okay, you shouldn't hit any black ice, and if you do, you're cautious enough you'll be okay."

Erm. Well, I WAS confident. Now, not so much.

So what does he do? He starts telling me about the black ice he had to deal with yesterday. Including almost getting rear-ended (or almost rear-ending someone else, I'm trying to NOT listen, but he's still going!)

Well. I *thought* I could do it. Now?

*whimper* this little Pixie's gonna go hide!

Pixieing it up

Why am I calling myself a pixie? It's not because I think I'm otherkin. (don't know what I mean? Google it!) I'm full-human, and I have no problem with that. But I'm mischievous, inquisitive, and (gods I hope) intelligent. I may well be up to no good, and you never know. I'm Other, and I'm only visiting for the food.

This is where I get to let out my lighter side. I'm not here to be serious, to be calm, or even necessarily to make sense. I'm here to bounce off the walls and let out the strange ideas in my head that I'm not saving for my novels. (what novels? Warriors of the Sun God is a good place to start!) And while I may say something insightful, that's not my main goal.

Though you never know what you'll find, following the pixie path. Sometimes there's a lot to find when you let yourself wander and trust in the pixies. *grins*

Follow me. Dance and skip and sing. Real life returns far too quickly as it is.

Finishing a Story

You know what? I hate coming to the ending of a novel.

I was writing yesterday, minding my own business, when I ran out of story. Just *boom* full tilt into the ending. Who ever hears of these things happening to people?

I'm here to tell you the truth. Some authors just keep writing until the ending jumps up and bites their nose off. That's why all author pics are retouched. Just think about it.

Pixie's Tail

This blog is about what it is to be a mother and a full-time writer. I'm not published yet, so I can't talk about what it is at the published business end. (though I'm working on it!) But I can talk about what it is to be a mom and what it is to work on stories, and what it is to be an overgrown kid in an adult's world.

This is my tail. And my tale. Sometimes, it's hard to tell the difference.