Three vials of blood, and we should solve the mystery of the volatile, sleeping, semi-depressed Catherine soon. My sense of humor remains rapier sharp, so either I’m a sarcastic depressive, or it’s something else.
I thought I would link to some impressive verbage on line as of late.
From Tiffany Trent: A reminder about patience and publishing.
From Jay Lake: A rejoinder about persistence.
From John Carroll: Your muse on the veldt. (with thanks to Karen Mahoney for pointing me in this direction.)
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And now, off to teach, sort of, for an hour. This will be the prop yourself against the wall method of teaching. I’ll be back to edit in a section on patience in drafting of my own, after.
Catherine
