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hallowe’en!

It is a cold Hallowe’en in Salem today. We only ventured out for a few hours to brave the downtown craziness, but the crowds weren’t as heavy as usual. It’ll likely get busier later, though. I hope people plan on wearing costumes that involve sweaters. We made friends with a black cat. As one does […]

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flax-golden tales: all-seeing

all-seeing The skull says I see you when pedestrians or trick-or-treaters or dog-walkers pass by. Eyes that have no place being in a skull, hovering in empty sockets, move disconcertingly from side-to-side. The observation is followed by a metallic cackle of recorded laughter. People jump or shriek or return the cackle with laughs of their […]

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snapshots from revisionland

Snapshots from Revisionland: the pre-Hallowe’en edition Coffee: New scenes, scribbled longhand in unlined notebooks: Bucket involved in some sort of Battle Royale with an empty Panera bag: (I think Bucket is winning.) And of course, the obligatory bowl of candy:

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typewriter

I had a busy, marvelous weekend. Hallowe’en has exploded downtown already, with crowds & costumes & small dogs dressed like turtles. I had a caramel apple! And I made more apple goat cheese tartlets. And apple blackberry crisp. It was an apple-y sort of weekend. We had company from out of town that came to […]

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flax-golden tales: cinderella pumpkin

cinderella pumpkin As soon as I read the sign and saw what the pumpkins were called I knew I had to have one. My mom said no. She said they don’t make good jack-o’-lanterns. “But they’re Cinderella pumpkins!” I explained. “They’re not for carving, they’re for turning into coaches to ride to balls at castles.” […]

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editing

I am back in Revisionland. I kind of missed it. It also feels really nice to be actively working on the book again, since the last month has been a whirlwind of bubbly alcohol and foreign rights news and I’ve been trying my best to distract myself with other things. I’ve been knitting. Slowly. I […]

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flax-golden tales: impractical footwear

impractical footwear “Are you really wearing those shoes?” the girl next to me asks in the pre-midnight lull before everything starts, looking down at my feet. From her tone I’m guessing her expression is some combination of incredulous and disgusted, but it’s too dark to see much of her face. “Well, yeah,” I say, because […]

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anniversary & apples

Today is wedding anniversary number four, and the boy and I spent it as is somewhat traditional, galavanting around New Hampshire and picking apples. (Last year it was cold & rainy, so we went to see Sleep No More instead. Oh, Sleep No More, I miss you so.) Apparently it was not a great year […]

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tessa and a box. again.

Yet another Tessa + Box = TRUE LOVE story that will leave the kitten crushed and broken-hearted when I must recycle the box. She’ll find another (inevitably doomed) cardboard love. She’s resilient.

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flax-golden tales: a suitor spurned

a suitor spurned I met him at a party. I told him he was sweet, but not my type. It wasn’t exactly a lie. It’s not like I threw the glass of wine he bought me in his face for asking or anything. I tried to be nice about it. But now, whenever I go […]

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