At the Riskies.

And, in case any of you doubted my guy’s ability to be both hyperbolic and kind of a good writer–this is from a piece he wrote recently (and he even spelled ‘maelstrom’ right!):

“I was in the Gettysburg Museum, and was silently crying my heart out in a maelstrom of anguish and depression.”

The piece then goes on to describe how buying a red plush teddy bear helped assuage the anguish. Because, you know, red plush teddy bears do such things.

I am so late, and terribly scattered over at the Riskies today. Be forewarned.

I’m at the Riskies today–because, duh, it’s FRIDAY–talking about low frustration tolerance. Join me, won’t you?

I’m talking from my heart over at the Riskies. Warning, there’s whining.

Talking boobs over at the Riskies today.

So, yeah. Anyhoo.

Honestly, sometimes I can’t believe I can even come up with a topic on Fridays. I’m talking Regency anachronisms and such over at the Riskies today.

Not the game, despite introducing my son and husband to it (Irkutsk! How I long for you!)

Over at the Riskies talking reading. And here’s a cover that is too–forgive the pun–titillating for over there, but was too much fun not to post:

First off, thanks to everyone, both on and off-line, who told me to shut up, already, and don’t give up writing. I didn’t post to elicit sympathy, but it was sure lovely to receive.

Next, I’m over at the Riskies talking about the Miracle of the Motivation. Hop on over.

And I just got a bunch more Asian movies! Woo! and Hoo!

Visit the Riskies to find out what I liked reading last year.

Okay. Now I am off to WRITE! (It’s a miracle!)

I am at the Riskies today, talking about the Austen exhibit at the Morgan Library, in celebration of Austen’s Birthday week.