Welcome to As the Muse Moves! This originally was a site on Windows Live Spaces, and was about not only my writing, but also my family. Many posts were cross-posted to my live journal, and if you go back in the archives, you’ll find I talk about my boring life an awful lot. The pages listed here are from my other Windows Live writing blog, which had the same name as this blog does now. It was full of advice…
Since Windows Live Spaces is going belly-up this year, I’m working on consolidating my personal/fiction writing blogs here at WordPress. It might take some time to reload everything as I’m not directly importing everything. Hang in there with me and I’ll get this up and running as soon as I can.
NaNoWriMo starts in less than six weeks, and until now I’ve been wracking my brains as to what to write this year. The other day, when I was talking to Hubby about books, writing, and maybe NaNo (I can’t exactly remember what), it came to me that some of my favorite writers write in the first person (d’uh!). Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, PG Wodehouse, Rex Stout – they all write in first person, using one person to tell the tale. Dr. Watson, Bertie…
My skinny, sweet, tortoiseshell cat, Tika, was hit and killed by a car today. She was 8 years old. It was an accident; she ran out in the street at the wrong moment. The driver was nice enough to stop and find out who the owner was, and even wrapped her body up in a towel and put her in a big shoe box for me. My next-door neighbor, who was the one to break the news to me, cleaned up…
The Girl got her beginner’s permit today. She needed it by tomorrow for Driver’s Ed, so when she got home from school, we boogied on up to the Dept. of Motor Vehicles so she could take the "Knowledge Test". I’d already printed out the necessary forms and had filled in (with typing where possible) the information. Before we left, we double-checked all the identification she had to bring with her: Social Security card, birth certificate, and proof of residency (in…
One of the earliest places I archived my stories (besides fanfiction.net) was a little spot called fanfics.org. Compared to other sites, it seemed like a little hole-in-the-wall spot, not frequented by the big names, and seemingly abandoned by its owner, a guy from England named Philip. He used to chat with me on IM from time to time, and every time he did, he told me he was drunk… not exactly something to inspire confidence. Then, in 2005, he decided to…
School’s back in session as of Tuesday. Boy #1 enters high school and the Girl begins her senior year. The Girl passed both her AP exams. I have a new laptop. We had a lovely week in Michigan with Hubby’s family. All of it, from all corners of the globe. And I’ve changed my permissions on this space due to a two-week long email imbroglio with an old acquaintance. I won’t describe it in detail, suffice it to…
And a happy Father’s day for all the dads I know… including my own, my FIL, and my beloved Hubby! As the title states, the Girl took the second of her College Board tests – the ACT – yesterday. She said it wasn’t quite as hard as the SAT and she was glad she didn’t have to write an essay. Hubby had Friday and Saturday off as his regular days off, and spent much of yesterday digging post holes for…
Yesterday was the Girl’s appointment to take the SAT. This meant getting up early, taking Hubby to work early then on to the technical college, dropping her off for the big event. She had the cell phone, which I rather regretted later. Went home, napped, and restarted the day around 11ish. She called just before 1 for pick up. On the way back home, I filled the gas tank about halfway. Though I’d used cash, the pump wanted to charge…
Just got back from seeing Riders In The Sky. We’ve been fans of theirs for years, ever since the kids were young and we bought Harmony Ranch and the days of their Saturday morning TV show (though Hubby was a fan long before that!). It was a wonderful concert, full of great cowboy songs and comedy. Clean, fun… a lot of families brought young kids dressed up as buckaroos and buckarettes . We sat way, way up in the nosebleed section…
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