Author: marylowd

Wesley has taken a liking to the letter “g.” He sounds just like Gollum.

Got a rejection this morning that apologized for being the first of the year. A sweet sentiment. But, little did they know, it was my ninth.

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Spent the afternoon talking writing; listening to guitar jamming now; and adorable fursuits everywhere. I love furry cons.

Submitted six stories, wrote a query, replied to a query, threw together cover art for two stories, and wrote half a cat story! On the other hand, it’s nearly 4am…

Advice: baby-proof the baby’s room BEFORE the baby learns to climb out of the crib. It will be easier. Would have been easier. Long day.

Wesley has learned to open the refrigerator. This brings him one step closer to accomplishing his plan to summon Zuul.

A new game for Thanksgiving: Hide-and-Go-Moo. It’s like Hide-and-Seek, except the person hiding has to moo. Cow mode.

Elaine is having a sleep-over with my imaginary friend Trugo and her imaginary pet unicorn. They’re listening to the Raffi Christmas album.

Frogs don’t tap dance on whales’ heads.

This year is brought to you by the word ADVENTURE. Oh, you wanted to stay home and drink tea? Too bad. ADVENTURE.

Hope is not a canary. Hope is a plastic yellow bird that refuses to die even when the mine is filled with methane and carbon monoxide.