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For her snack, Elaine requests: bread topped with sliced cucumbers, topped with graham crackers, topped with more sliced cucumbers. She says that she knows it will someday be a popular snack. I have my doubts. Continue reading “Parenting and Editing”

Dinner at Turtles with a bunch of Wordos is excellent motivation to come home and do a lot of writing.

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After a long night of hiding eggs, the Easter bunny goes square dancing with the pirate cows.

Shoes = chew toys that you store on your feet.

Whose shoes got eaten?

Oh, actually no one’s. Just Wesley gnawing on his own shoes. But he does seem to agree with the dogs on this front.

I put full spectrum light bulbs in one room of my house today, and, oh my goodness, I wish I’d done it ages ago. It looks just like sunlight.

I took a rehabilitated Borg infant to Trek Theatre’s amazing, final performance of “Measure of a Man” tonight. They really captured the heart of the episode.

Trying to convince the baby that a bunch of empty boxes are entertaining so I can work on my novel… Play with the recycling! It’s fun!

I’ve now sold all the fiction that I wrote between finishing college and joining the Wordos!

I tried to take a nap and woke up to see several very full glasses of water balanced around my computer and a six-year-old holding an egg while saying, “I want to show you a magic trick.”

Elaine and I played mer-otters and zombie mer-otters in the wave pool today. Yes, mer-otters. They’re otters with mermaid tails.

“What’s it called… Not a molecule… Not thermometer… Yeah, calculator!” –Elaine