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Just to elaborate on the photo posted during my last blog entry, I gave birth to a beautiful and mysterious baby boy on 1/3/12. I am currently a stay-at-home-mom, but only for a limited time. I have not written a piece of fiction or poem in like a year, and there was a week or so during my first week home with the baby where I was starting to write down a story idea, but that kind of petered out, so I'm still not feeling like a writer anymore, and when I started this blog it was sort of out of loneliness, but also w/ the hope that I could post my fiction on it and get discovered and published like by random house or harper collins. Recently I've realized how much editing so many of the pieces I considered complete really needs, and I've also been dealing with what a lazy slacker I really am -- thank you nineteen-nineties for that one. When I was in my Master's program I really never did any of the networking etc that would have made it easier for me to do something ...

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Sweetheart #6

I present you with Sweetheart #6, originally put out in May 1995.

Sleepyhead

Phew, that is a long blog nap I've been taking since the new year started. While I've been asleep I've turned 32 and gotten a couple new cavities. I'll started blogging again soon. I plan to post good old Sweetheart Issue #6 up here tonight or tomorrow.

Sick of Sitting ‘Round

“I’m dying for some action/I’m sick of sitting ‘round here trying to write this book” – the boss Blaaaaaah. Blah blah blah! Hell damn shit! Fuck! Stupid! Bunny! Puppy! Kitties! Lalalalalala! Okay I got that out of my system. My grandpa moans in his sleep (well actually it’s up for debate whether he’s actually asleep or just sleepy when he says his trademark lament) “I’m old, I’m fat, I’m tired,” in a huge loud voice, practically every night, and if I were only a tiny bit less considerate, I would be bellowing this at night too these days. I have the post-Holiday doldrums in a big way. What I would like to do as a cure for these bore-blues is to start writing a third novel, a really long one this time, maybe even historical fiction (that’d be so cool! I’d really get to use my intelligence and my interest in history), but I have such writer’s block. It’s moved on to imagination block; I usually fantasize little stories all day long, like little scenarios of me telling someo...