Posts by author: Mush
In which it is July the 7th and I haven’t left the house all damned day. Okay, first of all, NLW hired me to do some data entry for her AND the Ritzville blues festival gig is this weekend, so I’ll be able to buy foodz, like refried beans and tortillas and stuff, which is […]
In which this is a blog post containing words and pictures. I spent most of last week reading, knitting, and watching old television series. I watched all of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip and a season of Black Books and a season of Spaced. I worked on wisp and the art nouveau poncho. To […]
In which there’s a free-form ramble on the topic of writing. This is a zero draft with only basic editing. People keep telling me to write, that I should write, that I should “be a writer,” and I do write. I write hundreds of thousands of words every year, but the secret I know is […]
In which I ain’t got no money. I knew my UI benefits were about to run out so I checked my post office box once a week. But then they didn’t run out, and I got complacent and blew off getting my mail for a few weeks. Until today, when my deposit was uncharacteristically late. […]
In which I wanna bitch about financial stuff. As you may or may not know, I’m not a legitimate adult-type person. I’m actually one of those financially marginalized creatures who literally cannot cash a check on her own. Anywhere. Ever. In fact, I’m so marginalized that I can’t use my own money without paying fees […]
In which I keep you up-to-date. I went to a Walla Walla Sweets baseball game last week. (Yeah, we have a new team. Fun!) It was FUCKING FREEZING, but I had a good time, especially after I was loaned a down parka. There was a wind you just would not believe. Cold June-uary is cold. […]
In which there’s a finale. (See chapter 4.) 25. “Oh dude,” I said. “That would be awesome. I don’t know how to test the water, or if the soil will support earth seeds–” “I can teach you,” the baby said. “I have knowledge that was supposed to be accessible to you.” Someone on my comm […]
In which there’s a fourth chapter. (Go to chapter 3.) 19. “My dome? What?” I replied, grabbing my helmet so I could actually talk to the guy. “What do you mean?” “There’s something wrong with the cameras, Fred,” someone said calmly. “It’s a fucking Martian! Ye gods, even worse: some bastard child of human DNA […]
In which there’s a third installment. (Back to chapter 2.) 13. Every single day I cursed my wretched, useless public school education. Why didn’t I know basic chemistry? Why didn’t I know how to test melted Martian ice for drinkability? Why didn’t I know what was poisonous and what wasn’t? Why did I need a […]
In which there is a second installment. (Back to chapter 1.) 7. It took my stupid-tired self about fifty minutes to shut down the dome. I didn’t want the bodies exposed to air and heat; they’d just rot. Somebody would want this site preserved for forensics or something. Maybe. Plus it was a waste of […]
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