I have a desk!

I probably said that already, but--yay!!! I have a desk. You can't imagine how hard life is without a place to call your own. A chair, a desk, a real genuine wall--with space I can hang pictures on, and tape sticky notes to.

It's black, with a black lamp, black chair--and, hey? That sounds very...black? It really isn't. As soon as I get some new batteries for my camera I'll take a picture. My mom calls it "plantation colonial". I call it the clearance special from Fred Meyer's. Guess we look at things differently.


I have so much enthusiasm, I did all my bills, set up my filing system, changed the addresses on everything and scared the hell out of the chat room at RD when I showed up to kid Jen about her cleavage.

(note to self, must show up more often)

I also did a couple pages of DG, and worked on my blog. So er...ta-dah.

Jodi's 7 part (or however many it takes, lol) series on the writing process.

My friend, Liana, who is absolutely the nicest person in the world--really--and the winner of the Eppie for contemporary fiction, AND the winner of the Golden Leaf, is doing me the kindness of contributing an article on "emotional depth" and how to make your story sing.

...er, never thought I'd do the guest blogger thing, but I know my limitations, and she can verbalize depth like no one else. So I'm thinking--maybe a post or two a week, very UNK-ish-like. Too bad I can't do the spiffy graphics.

hmmm, going along that train of thought, my choo-choo has come to the realization I know quite a lot of people with specialized knowledge. AND if I bring them all together in one spot, I'll have a nice comprehensive overview. So--sort kinda tagging some people.

Expect groveling e-mails.

lol...