Hello all. I wanted to thank everybody again for being so nice to my daughter Catalina and I - she’s three weeks old today and still fighting the good fight.

Contact the landlord. If that doesn’t work, and the boyfriend is playing the music past the noise ordinance hours for your city (usually 9-10 pm), then call the police. You tried to be nice, sometimes nice doesn’t work with jerks. Sometimes being evicted or having to pay a substantial fine yields better results.

Went to Writing COnference, had horrible time, meant an agent had my CHildrens book, script and non fiction book accepted. Paid peanuts. Had to do all my own marketing. If you are serious recommend Kindle DIrect Publishing. Notice the prices—anything over $1 you usually get most of. No agent necessary. xxoocf

A few finals pics of the trip I took to Turkey/Morocco:

I am goal oriented tremendously. But I’m also a hyper planner and strategize and all kinds of crazy brain shit. Some times I wish I could just be in the moment and enjoy things. My spouse is not goal oriented, and being around him often reminds me to slow the fuck down and enjoy things. There’s pros and cons to…

I’d have cropped them too. They look like novelty hookers. I loathe Diddy, but he looks incredible here. Does he still actually DO something?

Do you like reading? Sometimes when I’m bored (summer vacations, family vacations) I go for more “challenging” books, like Tolstoy or Woolf or something. You can get free audible versions on librivox too which keeps you from zoning out. Anyway it stimulates your brain more than a straight up pleasure read or Netflix,…

Jezzies, I need help! I am due to have a baby at the end of the month and it was looking like I would be able to work until the end but things have been SUCKING physically and I am more than likely going to be spending the next 19 days “resting.”

Are you goal oriented? I think I figured out that the reason that I’m frequently jealous of other people’s successes isn’t because I want to be pregnant, get married, write a book, etc., but because I envy their ability to set a goal and then achieve it. I own a house and I have a job. But I don’t really have any…

Baby got ear tubes on Monday. Hopefully her communication will pick up now.

Haven’t been around for this in a few weeks. Last week I had my mum’s weekend away. Five glorious days visiting with my mum and sister and grandparents. Grandpa taught me some tai chi. Kind of neat to be 35 (well, a little over a week away omg) and have a grandpa running your exercise class in the living room.

I have…

It’s all fine and well until an argument breaks out.

That was the first R rated movie I saw in the theater. My parents were very strict about movies but I successfully talked my mom into approving my ticket (I was underage) by arguing, “But mom, it’s history! It’s educational!”

I watched this the night before departing for a summer studying in Greece. I was very much aware of how much that movie got the mythology wrong. Yet I still loved it because of the extensive hotness it contained. My mythology nerdiness has its limits.

Youths are fucking dumb and I hope nuclear fire is in our future.

What I remember most about Troy, aside from it being interminably long & boring, was when Pitt insulted someone by calling them a “sack of wine!” and everyone in the theatre laughed for the first time in like 5 hours.

Pompeii with Kit Harington. I’d just come off of maternity leave with my first son and wanted two hours in the dark by myself - and looking at a pretty man. God, that movie’s awful.

I made it to 1:07 and I feel like I deserve some kind of reward for that.

“Let me know if I can fuck with you, boy” is easily one of the worst lyrics I’ve ever heard. It’s probably supposed to sound cheeky or sexy or something, but it comes off more as menacing. Like, “I’m going to psychologically abuse and manipulate you and you’re going to like it.”

Yes! Troy was terrible but I only watched it for the men.