10.08.2010

The Taste of Evil and other stories

The funeral for the little girl who died last Thursday is today, and Dwight Clark's body has been found. It has been quite the couple of weeks for my town and my church. I am ready to not think about death for awhile. But I liked this honest look at death, accidents, sovereignty, humility, and certainty, over at The Rabbit Room.

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Speaking of The Rabbit Room (why have I never subscribed to that site? It needs to be on my blogroll and my Google Reader), here's the best post on book banning that I've ever read. It completely lacks the hysteria that usually dominates the book banning conversation. I am against book banning, but haven't much patience with the paranoid accusations that tend to pass for arguments in either direction, so a well-reasoned piece with decent testimonials was a relief.

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I am starting to get hours when full writing mode hits. The mode where I don't want to go out—don't want to read—don't want to cook or eat—definitely don't want to go to bed. I just want to write my book.

It's about time.

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Maia has learned to play fetch this week. Yes, like a dog. Her favorite toy is the little basket that sits at the bottom of the drain in the bathroom sink to keep hair from going down. When that gets lost under the couch or the bookcases, she will fetch socks.

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Happy thought of the week: Good news stories about the Pope. After months and months of libelous slander against the (earthly) head of our church, who—if everything I can find out about him is accurate—is a truly good and Godly man, it thrilled me to read this piece about the press' response to Benedict XVI's UK visit.

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Writers' link of the week: From Guide to Literary Agents for the second week in a row: Matt Myklusch's 7 Things I've Learned So Far. I'm linking it in part just so I can go back sometimes and read his reminder to stay off the internet when I'm supposed to be writing.

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Funny of the week: Remember Phoebe Buffay's response to Mockolate? "This must be what evil tastes like!" Joe Carter over at the First Thoughts Blog has a similar suggestion.

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I'm off for a weekend with some of my girlfriends on the east side of the mountains. I've really missed Donna M., and every time she invites me I'm glad to say yes. This'll be fun. A lot of fun.

Of course, it only seems to get harder to be away from Lou for whole days at a time. Last time he was gone for a weekend, I went and stayed with my parents, because the time before that I'd stayed awake all night with the light on and things creaking and going bump all over the house. I keep telling myself that I'm a big girl. But that's never really worked; I guess I just know better.

Anyway, apart from missing my husband, the weekend holds every promise of being awesome. I am bringing Ender's Shadow to read in the quiet moments and my computer for the sake of having access to my novel manuscript. I might very well have some time to write. But girl time comes first.

Happy weekend, everybody.

4 comments:

  1. Well, next time your husband has to be away for a night or two, you'll have a cat to protect you. :)

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  2. Haha. Yes, I think it will be a comfort to have something living in the house. At least I can blame the strange creaks and noises on her. :D

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  3. In 101 Dalmatians the magnificent Persian cat says, "Any cat can make a house seem haunted." Which is true. My wife & I often hear growling & hissing noises coming from the basement & strange knockings & bangings from under our bed & behind our dressers, & often we'll find items mysteriously knocked over or moved from where we left them. If our house actually did become haunted, it's likely we would never ever notice. :)

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  4. Okay, that is hilarious. And I could totally see how it would be true. :D

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