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Archive for December, 2006

And a very merry whatchamacallit to you all

Posted by Reed on December 23rd, 2006

Christmas, that time of year when people descend into the bunker of the family - Byron Rogers.
I have no idea if they’ve even heard of the Internet in my particular bunker, and even if they have, I’ll be too busy cooking a full turkey dinner for ten in a kitchen where not one of the […]

Shut up about the NaNoWriMo already

Posted by Reed on December 17th, 2006

Let’s try this once more, with the caveat that whatever I write now will be not much like whatever it was I wrote before. Mea culpa for writing when tired and bah-humbuggery in the first place. And so on.
It is now not quite three weeks since I stopped typing, punched the air above my head […]

To the tune of In the Bleak Mid-Winter

Posted by Reed on December 15th, 2006

What can I feed them,
Frazzled as I am?
If I were more Delia,
I’d’ve baked a ham.
If I had had time in June,
I would have made a cake.
Can’t I do welsh rarebit,
For goodness’ sake?
And no, this is not the seasonal verse. This is fluff. Brought on by Christmas shopping.

Bah humbug obbligato

Posted by Reed on December 14th, 2006

Firstly, yes yes yes, I’m rewriting the ultimate NanoWriMo post. Slowly. In between bouts of wailing and gnashing of teeth. Which will annoy my orthodontist.
Secondly, I don’t know if you had noticed, but it is less than two weeks, considerably less, until Christmas. I, personally, hadn’t noticed. So am only now having annual festive melt-down. […]

Damn and blast and hell and damn

Posted by Reed on December 13th, 2006

I wrote a long [long, long, LONG] post on things I had learned from NaNoWriMo. I pressed ’save’. Mein Host had hysterics and lost the entire thing.
Not that I’d done anything clever, like type it out in TextEdit first, so I could always have a back-up to play with.
I have just spent fifteen minutes lying […]

Recovery proceeds apace

Posted by Editor on December 7th, 2006

I see some of you people actually want the Reed creature to come out of hibernation and say something. She’s lying on the couch, watching Criminal Minds and reminiscing about the days she had a crush on Mandy Patinkin in The Princess Bride… ‘Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to […]