Fitting it all in.

Yes, it’s another post on the continuing saga. New job.  New job means new schedule.  New schedule means figuring out how to work all the other, non-job things I want to do into my life. Yeah.  It’s a process. First up:  running.  Since I’m off the...

As promised…

I said that all would be revealed in the fullness of time.  I have a new job.  One with a less heinous commute. Which means, of course, that it’s time to get back on the writing horse.  And the running horse, because working 40 hours a week + 4 hours a day...

Hack Your Body

Disclaimer: It’s your body. Hack it or not as you choose. If you choose, read on. I have a new hobby. Hacking my body. I’ve lost over a hundred pounds, I run, and I lift weights. I also got a tattoo. Every now and then someone will ask me if I had surgery...

Bah.

Still working too much. Still stressed. Reduced to posting amusing quotes: “English is the result of Norman men-at-arms attempting to pick up Saxon barmaids and is no more legitimate than any of the other results.” – H. Beam Piper The writing...

Feminist ramblings.

Someone recently asked me how I became a feminist. Let me set the scene for you. I’m ten years old, living in Ogden, Utah. My father is stationed at Hill Air Force Base, and I’m merrily exploring hitherto unimagined depths of unpopularity at Horace Mann...

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