Browsing All posts tagged under »mad as a hatter«

Two Steps Forward, Eight or Nine Steps Around the Mulberry Bush and a Couple Down the Rabbit Hole

December 7, 2011 by

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There was a moment — and it was an awesome beautiful moment — when there were only four tabs open in my browser. And for that brief instant (okay, it was Wednesday, most of Wednesday) I thought I’d somehow gotten it together. That I was not in fact drowning, despite the whole ‘it’s December’ situation. […]

France, 1525

December 5, 2011 by

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I spent some time yesterday looking for something in one of my old notebooks. Which made be a) wish I had time to transcribe them, b) wonder a little about myself, c) laugh out loud regularly and then try to looking innocent and uninteresting when the boys demanded to know what was so funny. I […]

‘Twisted As All Fuckery’ is the Way It’s Labelled In My Head

December 1, 2011 by

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So I have a program on the laptop that allows me to put sticky notes all over my desktop. I use them for all kinds of things, but there’s one in the bottom left corner that is just temporary storage for notes. I type stuff in there when I’m half asleep and I can’t be […]

A Whole Different Kind of Panic

November 30, 2011 by

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Me: I hope you don’t get bored. It is academic after all. And the intro, I think, is pretty dull. But… there are humorous chapter titles. Claire: Stop with the justifications woman, I haven’t even started it yet! Me: I have residual anxiety when it comes to my thesis. A thesis is a funny thing. […]

When the Dream Where I Burned Someone Who Was Only-Probably-A-Zombie Alive is the Pleasant One of the Evening I Feel Like There’s Something Wrong

November 28, 2011 by

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I am dead. Paul killed me. I know, you’re thinking, It happens. You’re fighting crime, you duck at the wrong moment… I should consider myself lucky. And it’s true. This was a relatively kind fate. Honestly. You don’t want to know what he’s done to other people we know when they’ve appeared on the page. […]

Point? What Point?

November 25, 2011 by

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On Tuesday a friend of mine came over in the morning and my housemate drugged her. (That’s a good thing. Don’t freak out.) And while she was unconscious I went out for several hours. I met a really nice chemist, helped Rick buy glasses, and fought crime… it was a good day. But by the […]

It’s Amazing What a Good Dinner Cupcakes Make

November 21, 2011 by

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There is a cupcake in the kitchen with my name on it. Not literally. It does not have ‘Kandace’ written on it. Although I suppose I could fix that. A cupcake store opened about 500 metres from my house on the weekend. I probably would have forgotten about it’s grand opening but a friend emailed […]

Do You Ever Stop and Think as You’re Leaving the House: “In Case the Apocalypse Comes While I’m Out, this Coat Won’t Be Warm Enough…”?

November 18, 2011 by

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Do you lie in bed planning your day and rehearse your parents’ eulogies just in case you’re called upon to make them at short notice? Do you think about what your future self would have to say to validate their identity when they travel through time to give you advice?  Have you thought about how […]

What Do You Call a Beginning That Happens in the Middle?

November 16, 2011 by

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So I had this absurd little short story that stood in direct opposition to my character instincts, but nonetheless made me giggle. Which was fine. I’m pro things-that-make-me-giggle. But I didn’t have any intention of doing anything with it — other than snicker about it a bit and show it to Kitty (who laughed — […]

Origin Story: Part the First

November 15, 2011 by

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So I’ve had a few people ask me: Where did this book come from? And my brain automatically leaps to the most inappropriate answer: Well, when a writer and a laptop love each other very much… *cough* Anyway… the actual answer is rather long. Mostly because this story has multiple incarnations and each regeneration is […]