A weekend of experiences

I had two unusual experiences this weekend

The first was Saturday. I was finishing the off-loading at Jonesboror, when a nicely dressed lady in her 60s parked her car and came over to me. She was carrying a copy of AWAKE! She smiled and asked if I would like a magazine.

I smiled back and said "No thanks. I'm pagan."

She blinked and her jaw dropped. "Pardon me?"

I smiled more broadly. "I'm pagan." She took a hesitant step back toward her Mercury.

"The religion?"

I nodded. She took a couple more rapid steps, never turning her back on me. I held up my hand, palms out, "I really don't bite."

She stuttered out something about "I just...I mean, I knew there were, but I've never met one."

I gave her my sweetest smile. "I know. We tend to be quiet. Christians have a lot of weird ideas. Really, we just have a two-parent spiritual family, Mother and Father."

She cleared the last three steps, slammed her car door and peeled out.

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The second was in Wal-Mart today. I had a Writer Moment.
We were looking at the books. and I'm mumbling about "Ooo, Mallory's new one. I may have to buy that from her in person. Cassie Edwards? They're still publishing that plagarizing bitch?"

Mudd looked at me. "Do you know everyone on the rack? Is the romance world really that small?"

I blinked and said "Kinda?" Then it hit me, I'd been acting like I was in a con's dealer room.

Mudd just shook his head. "I'm married to a writer."

Slacking

I am getting nowhere with the story for Circlet. I have given myself permission not to write it. This is a valuable thing. It means I don't beat myself up for missing a deadline.

I promised Maurice Broaddus a piece for DARK FAITH and that's the only thing on my plate until NaNo. I'm ironing out a lot of NaNo stuff right now.

Blots from the Debauched Desk

• 21:25 I am coming down with something. Bummer. Church camping retreat later in the week, must harbor strength for it. #

Please to be sweeping them into the wastebasket now
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Well hell

My website is broken
And my webmistress is incommunicado. I hope she didn't over-do yesterday.

From our Only My Kids department, number 9807

1) Today I was explaining to Bun I needed a candy thermometer because I was going to make Fairy Food. "Fairy Poop?" I corrected her, laughing. Her first response was "oh crap, you're gonna blog this, aren't you?" Jonner and Dollface were overhearing this. I guess chocolate-covered aerated sugar is now "fairy poop" here at Chez Mudd.

2) My younger ones have discover the "prank" setting on Sims 2. They are deeply in love with ventrilo-farting. And are trying it in the real world.