Ideot savant, writer, kinder teacher, MOT (mother of teenagers, for those of you not-so-blessed. Luckies.)
| Congrats on the semifinal status ! |
| Bear dear, I truly appreciate your decorating for me. Really. Cross my heart.
But did you have to paint polka dots? *Puts on clown suit and leans against wall.* (Oooh! Camouflage!) *freezes in place* Only four walls here, nothing to see. *makes shooing sounds* Go on, scat. Shoo. Move on. Nobody here 'cept Spot. |
| Hmm. Quiet around here.
*repaints* |
| That'll teach you to leave us. :P
(Quick, everyone! Pull up the stakes; he's found us!) |
| Marsha--
Me again. I want to ask you something about Ideo, but I no longer have ANYONE's e-mail addy. Mine is mtrimm AT austin DOT rr DOT com. It's a strange question, but we're both involved, in a strange way... |
| Marsha--
I changed the addy for Ideo--if I knew how, I'd make it a link, but alas I am clueless... |
| For Marsha: If you go to the "Urgent Annoucnements" topic, yo will find that while I didn't feel it, my colleagues in the basement did. Also seem to have killed the topic. Guess this means the Bay Area Millers are all dead, and the rest of us have a much better chance of selling something.
Yes I do know the lyrics to "California Dreamin'" Why do you ask? Skyward ho! Gregory Koster Gregory Koster |
| I would have to say it was a big nothing in our immediate area. I didn't even find out about it until I chatted with a friend in *Italy* who asked me about how bad the quake was here.
Does this mean you felt it in Fresno?! Wowza. |
| OK, Marsha, I've asked a couple of the north CA crowd what their reactions to the latest earthquake (doubtless the state's reaction to Grubenor Schwartzenegger's antics) was. How about down south?
Best regards, Gregory koster Gregory Koster |
| It's a nice picture, darling. (I've been reading those English mysteries again. :) )
But if you don't want to share it even with your spouse, that's ok. Do you want it for yourself? You know, proof that you were there. Though I suppose no one counts digital photos as real proof, what with all the photo editing programs available. Bah. Cath |
| Cath, might I remind you that I ever so thoughtfully did not deliver the rubber chickens when I arrived? Besides, I have that picture of YOU at Multnomah Falls, which, if it fell into Kim's hands COULD become buttonized. (She's done it to other people--even the one of Amber where Amber is yelling at her to put the damn camera down. Now.)
Check. Marsha |
| Still looking for the . . . .head . . .
I hope that means you're having trouble recalling the location of the nearest bathroom, and not that I need to go check the room for something like a shrunken head. In theory, I can bring them up when we come to have lunch maybe on the 19th. In practice, of course, I may end up mailing them. :grin: ::hums to self:: "Now where should I advertise this photo of Marsha at Multnomah Falls?" ;) Cath |
| Cath: Drat! I left them? Now I'll have to return. I can't go home without those! Actually, if that's all I left, I'm grateful. I'm still looking for the head every so often.
Sarah: Kim told me immediately that I should refer to her as Tempest, but, like a true mother, I am ignoring the child's demand. I suppose I could come up with another moniker; heaven knows we have enough names on the doors around here for a ready supply. I've also threatened to call her by her full name if she shoots me with that water gun of hers. (Full name meaning everything she's ever called herself, which could be rather unwieldy.) First session this morning! Yay! Marsha |
| Who is this "Kim" person? SarahP |
| It's so nice to know my gifts are being appreciated and used prope---err. Hmm, that's not too tactful, is it? ;)
And speaking of tactful, I have your souvenir postcard and stretched penny. :grin: Feel free to drop by on your way home and we'll tell you how to find our favorite beach places. Cath |
| I'm here! And, miracle of miracles, online, able to ftp stuff, and critting. Or I will be critting again when I get offline in a bit--three crits tonight, and I'm ever so grateful Nancy didn't pick my submission story first.
No, she picked Kim's. ::very evil grin:: Oh, and Cath? Kim already hit me in the head with an airplane. I thought you'd want to know since you're the auntie who gave her the darn thing. Marsha |
| For those who are wondering, Marsha made it to Oregon. Tomorrow she'll be in Seattle. :) Cath |
| hmm. .. when hell freezes over? So I can quite writing *my* novel, now? ;) Cath |
| Cath! That's super! And no, I wouldn't tell her the bad news... not quite yet. Wait until she's hooked. ;)
In news of the opposite direction: my eldest asked to read some of my stuff, so I sent him two recent shorts. Verdict? "I liked them both, when can i read your novel?" Heh. When hell freezes over or after the rewrite. Whichever comes first. I offered him Amber's novel instead. ::grin:: Marsha |
| That's great, Cath! Congratulations to your mom. :) |
| ::quickly rearranges remaining M&Ms; into depiction of dragonfly::
Well, they're more colorful than cranes. But there were WAY too many pink ones in this package. It's good to write something you love. Did I tell you how my mom called me the other day all excited? "I was just watching the jewelry show and I turned the tv off and wrote 4 pages (stationery size) of a story that just came into my head. It just flowed." Her first. :) Did I tell her it gets lots harder? Heck no. ::grin:: Cath |
| Oooh! M&Ms;!
::Takes a bite, then mumbles around her mouthful: And stop bowing. You're going to make me nervous. :P But I'm glad you liked it, because I love this one. Marsha |
| Looks like you'd better settle for M&M; cookies.
::sets out tray:: And I suppose I could spring for pretzels. ::bows to writer of Paper Crane:: You do us honor, great one. :) Cath |
| Thanks, Jed!
::Sets a trap for the unsuspecting bonbon-bearing Beth.:: (Now say that five times real fast...) There! The party food will be here in just a bit! ::bounces some more because she has her 'puter back!:: Marsha |
| Woohoo! Congratulations!
Now where'd those bonbons go? |
| Thanks E, Ben, and Jae! I'm sort of over the shock and now terror seems to settling in with a vengeance: "Eeeeeeeeeeee." Writing! "Eeeeeeeeeee." Crits in person! "Eeeeeeeeeeee." Buy a laptop. (The last was a good Eeeeeeeeeeee. I know it's kind of difficult to tell.)
Ben, it's West. :) I'd love south, but I don't think I could afford the plane fare. ;) Marsha |
| Yayyayyayyayyayyayyay!!!!!!!!!
congrats! Jae |
| p.s. I forget -- west or east? (or south? ;-> ) |
| Congrats Marsha! |
| Woo-hooooooooooo! Mucho squealing and bouncing up and down!
--E E |
| Oh, my... thanks, everyone! I really appreciate all the celebrating! :)
I'm afraid I'm still in shock. Not to mention the freaking out when I think about having to produce more than one story in six weeks. Marsha |
| Congrats on getting into Clarion, Marsha. |
| wooooooooooooooooooooo!
congratulations! I knew you'd do it! *dance dance dance* the official clarion nagger |
| eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! |
| wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! yayay, me and marsha at clarion! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! tempest |
| W00t! |
| Woohoo! Major glorious excitement! Cath |
| Marsha's computer is in the shop for repairs, but she asks me to share this message:
> I got into CLARION!!! > > *freak*::dance::*freak*:dance:*freak*:dancedancedance:: Congratulations! :-) Charlie Finlay |
| ::blushes furiously::
Oh, thanks, everyone! And Sarah! I can autograph it with a sticker! (That's my usual means... ) *ohmigod... Charlie autographs, not me.* |
| Congrats, Marsha! |
| You go, grrrrl! |
| Hooray for you Marsha!! I just subscribed to ASIM and can't wait to see your story! Will you autograph my copy, when it comes out? SarahP |
| Congratulations! Yes, it is a very good day!
"Nine-Tenths" is a very fun story. I'm glad it has a publication home. :) Cath |
| Celia, exactly. Before the coffee is gone forever. Although, I've already made up my mind to get a thermos and bring my own.
I guess I shouldn't complain too much--although having to teach a herd of children without caffeine in your system ought to be outlawed. ::makes plans to send a few gross of those bee squadrons to Sacramento...: Marsha |
| Thought of you:
George Carlin says: ECOLOGY NOTE: In an economy measure, the number of bees in a squadron has been reduced from 35 to 20. Drink lots of coffee! |
| For back massage, of course.
heh, the way we both kick around in our sleep, the bed would be *very* cold after the water leaked out. My - ah, carrot? is that I'm sleeping with George - cold feet and hands and all. ::big toothy grin:: And that's enough on that subject. Unfortunately, if your family sees how much I appreciate you, they may figure you've gotten enough and stop altogether. I hope you're writing tonight. :) still cold |
| Cath, for just a sec, I thought I had accidentally clicked on Charlie's topic. Vibrating rubber chickens--whatever for?!
(Don't tell me! I don't want to know any more than that about the sex lives of rubber chickens and their reproductive cycles.) However, if you want a warm one, fine. Fill it with hot (but not boiling!) water and tuck it in your bed on those chilly nights. Tell George you're sleeping with it until the heater gets fixed. ::Wink.:: Meanwhile, ::snipsnipsnip, cutandpaste, changefontsizeto72:: there! I'm printing out your opening paragraph and hanging it in a place of prominence so that my family realizes that someone appreciates me! Marsha |
| ::sniffs hugely::
Marsha, you are so sweet. I'll just send my address right along-- I only want to tell you first how thoughtful and kind you always are, in case you haven't noticed yourself. Oh, and would you mind getting the kind with a built-in heater? I don't need the vibrating or talking versions, but it would be awfully nice to have a warm rubber chicken instead of a cold one. Our heater went out yesterday. ::shiver:: I need to take my orchids to visit a friend for a few days, I think. Cath the cold Cath |
| Cath, who says it needs to be a hostess gift? It could just be one of those 'just thinking of you' gifts.
:> Box. Check. Rubber chicken. Check. Addre... Oh. ::Bats eyelashes furiously:: Um... Cath? What street was that? E, whatever that Thursday is, I'll probably arrive. As much as I'd love to squeeze another day out of it, I just don't see how. *sniff* Marsha |
| E!, I can't in all good conscience let you subsidize my hotel room, when by all accounts (I have no idea now, ask me in May when i'm back from my *other* trip)there's a chance I could manage to pay for the extra spensive hotel, I just don't see the point in shelling out all of that extra money, cuz that's crazy spensive! Crazy! amber |
| Stop that! There'll be no thinking here!
Marshy, I'll arrange it. I'm staying extra days anyway, so I have to tell them that. You arriving on the 28th, I assume? You too, Mek? (And Marshy, the correct description would probably be "pleasantly threatening, but that threat is on your side.") --E E! |
| I'm beginning to feel I have some kind of inadvertent synchronicity in creating unpleasant associations for Marsha. (re 192)
The idea of her ever visting me is beginning to have some frightening side-possibilities: do I really want a rubber chicken as a hostess gift? ::realizes she's thinking in Marsha's topic:: ::flees:: Cath |
| Amber, you expected a different reaction from two crazy 'murkins?
Crazy Canuck. :P One of the Nuts |
| E & Marsh
yer both nuts. amber |
| Leah, it was a very short bit. Guy showed up, the cats didn't reject him, he steered me to an interrogation room - and I guess that was scary enough, because I woke up. ;) I couldn't tell who he was exactly, but he sure reminded me of Michael and Jacob. Weird! Cath |
| Cath, re: #185, pay no attention to that little man behind the curtain. ;)
E: Pleasantly menancing would be *my* description. :) (Well, until someone got to know you as well as I do, and then it would have to be "pleasantly threatening, sort of, but not really.") As for Amber-subsidizing, sure. Count me in. And it's your turn for rezzies this year--unless you want me to do it, and in that case, I will. (oh, that was just so me, don't you think? ;) Amber, "i had the weirdest dream last night, and you weren't in it" just made me bust up. As for that stick, don't swing it around like that! You might poke someone's eye out! ::frowns:: I'm sure Buddhists aren't allowed to play with dangerous toys. Cath, seeing that I am spending the weekend with a dear friend who has a cat that likes nothing more than to fling his body onto my head or shoulders, anchoring himself with those ever-so-handy claws, I will now have nightmares and think of you. :P But thanks! I hope I come home with some new ideas! Marsha |
| You were dreaming about my characters? Really really? Oh, do tell... :) Leah Bobet |
| It's that time of year, Marsha: I dreamed I was a prisoner in a war zone whose only allies were genetically altered, intelligent cats. An amagalm of Leah's male characters had been assigned to interrogate me and I had a bad feeling about what those cats really wanted.
Enjoy your classes! Cath Cath |
| Looking at the Crowne Plaza, which is attached to the convention center and is, yes, one of the fancypants ones. :) I think when you get done adding the General Screw Tax and the other tax it comes out to CDN $87/night for each of us.
But if Marshy is willing to help out, maybe we can work out some small Mekka subsidy, if it means the difference between you staying with us and you not staying with us. I mean, I claim a bed to myself, so I wouldn't consider it unfair if I paid a little extra. And I'll be staying for several nights after the con (and possibly before) where I'll be footing it all, so I'm already looking at a huge hotel bill. A Mekka Subsidy would be a drop in the bucket. --E has more vacation days than she can afford to take vacation on E! |
| and marsha,
i can hit you with a stick :) amber |
| E! i had the weirdest dream last night, and you weren't in it, but i was thinking about you while dreaming, in that you were the only person that could save me in my dream.
I guess i'd gone to worldcon, somehow most of my clothing had dissappeared out of my suitcase and I'd almost missed my flight because i can't read the time, apparently. and when i got to TO or whatever city it was in, i had nowhere to stay, and logically, being a dream, none of you were there, but I knew if I could find E, that she/you would set me up in one of the hotels your company uses to put up its authors and I'd be set. Yah, I didn't even eat cheese before bed :) TorconQuestion: E! What hotel are you looking at staying at? I know you are a fancy pants and enjoy your luxuries, but are you looking at the cheaper hotel, or one of the ones right beside the convention centre? amber |
| Hmm, my "pleasantly stern" only seems to work on people past fifth grade. Perhaps because it's really "pleasantly menacing."
But honest! I'm only trying for stern! ::Has sudden Heavy Metal flashback:: "Sternnnn! STERNNNNNNNNNN!!!" Hey, Marshie, you want to make the hotel rezzies or shall I? It's you, me, and Mek, right? --E E! |
| But I'm way past 5th grade. . . .hmmm.
::opens brain, surveys work crew sternly:: "There's a traitor in here somewhere, isn't there?" Cath |
| So how about the clarion? got your bags packed yet?
*looks pleasantly stern and carries a big kinder* da other assassin |
| Thanks, Mikal... now every time I turn my back on the class, I can feel their eyes glowing.
Dagnabit. Cath, I can do pleasantly stern only because I teach small children. 'Pleasantly stern' doesn't appear to work on anyone over 5th grade, however. ::cries because her own children are all too old to terrify:: Marsha |
| At least you can do pleasantly stern. :) Cath |
| Oh, how very sad. The assassins have lost their way, it seems...
There's only one way to tame a Marsha. Can you say, "Village of the Damned"? (The old black and white one, not the newer crap.) Watch the eyes of the kinders, Marsha. Watch them well... Mikal Trimm |
| Damn.
::flies around backward, landing in a little pile of shrunken skin, as Amber (or Celia, these assassins all look the same), pokes her pretence of being mean and evil all to hell and gone.:: *sigh* You win. Marsha |
| does it count as smiting if your children worry you to a premature death?
oh david, i've a job for you ... the assassin |
| What can you do to me?
You're Buddhist! You can't even smite me! ::runs away before Amber thinks of something...:: Marsha |
| don't make me come over there ;P amber |
| Nevertheless.
:P Marsha |
| ya, but you knew that story of mine was being submitted under a unique set of circumstances ;) amber |
| Amber, not as much as you apparently, because I didn't sell the story in 10 minutes!
::grin:: (Besides I will just about do anything else than write my own stuff when a story is being recalcitrant. ;) Marsha |
| cuz marsha rocks :)
that's all. amber |
| Cath, thanks. :) I'm getting back to that one... maybe in February. After I fill up my files with all these story beginnings. ;)
As for Stashe, yay! Now you have to send it to me, so I can read it. I don't remember that title at all. As for progress? I don't think 10 words last night counts. However, I did crit another story, proofed Amber's courier short and even came up with a title! Me, the not-a-title queen. Marsha |
| Found an old copy of the house nanny on my computer and was delighted all over again. That is such a fun story.
Just finished rewriting Stashe, which was a complete surprise as I didn't know I would ever do that. I'm sure chatting with you about your progress inspires me. :) So. . . speaking of progress. . . how's it going? Cath |
| Ruth, thanks! I don't remember if you critted this one originally, (and if you did, thanks a bunch!) but it was just the thing to reduce stress after staging yet another gingerbread men runaway for my kinders. :) Marsha |
| Marsha,
Congrats on the story at Fortean Bureau! |
| Eeeeeeeek!
::Buries head in sand. Buries the hands, too.:: Oh, hell. What's a little more pressure. I'll just type with my toes. (But thanks for the support, cheerleader #5. Wow. Not only do I have a cheerleader, I must have four others. Somewhere. ::Checks under bed and in laundry hamper.:: Nope, not there. Hmm. Marsha |
| Go Marsha!
Go Marsha! Write Write Write! Cheerleader #5 |
| Jamie! Yes, we are! I'm still reeling at the idea that someone sent me a check for a story.
Anyone else peeking in--Jamie's story (and mine, about serial cookie killers, can be found at Fortean Bureau. |
| Marsha! Looks like we'll be TOCmates in The Fortean Bureau! |
| "Sweaty-bottomed buttercups"? What the hell does THAT mean? This is very alarming, Marshy.
I don't even want to address the way my brain went, but let's just say that the Powerpuff Girls theme started zipping through my head. --E E |
|
Oops. Marsha |
| We're putting my kids through college?! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
::throws confetti and skips around madly singing, "They're leaving, they're leaving, they're leaving..." Stops in mid-skip.:: Uh... wait. Does Chris know about this? Do you think I should I take back what I said about sweaty-bottomed buttercups? Marsha |
| hi, I'm Hijacking Marsha's Topic Cuz She Works for Me.
http://www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/eBook8401.htm the new e-anthology from Ideomancer! Buy it! Put Marsha's kids through College! (or something) Amber |
| Sarah - that sounds like a fabulously subversive book. Must sneak into the the children's room and read it.
Marsha - no rest for the wicked - time to start phase II of the Clarion plan - telling your family all you want for Christmas is to go to Clarion. chance |
| Sarah, I love Robert Munsch's books! Love them, love them, love them! If you haven't read Thomas's Snowsuit yet, you MUST, another take on school experiences.
My kinders absolutely adore them. But I don't know that they're bedtime stories exactly. Too much potential fodder in those stories. Marsha |
| I thought of you yesterday, Marsha, while reading bedtime stories to my little guy. There's a Robert Munsch book called "We Share Everything" and in it the kindergarten teacher dances around like a good fairy, surrounded by lovey birds, butterflies, flowers, spreading the gospel of sharing to her students...who proceed to go nuts sharing their clothes, leaving the teacher tearing her hair and fainting...
Some fun! SarahP |
| E, the coherence is not so much for them as for me. I need to be able to stay a step ahead of them. It's survival of the fittest at the most basic level. :P (Plus, you haven't seen the new reading program we're doing this year. Eight binders plus added workbooks. And those are just the ones for me.)
Kim, thank you! Now get back to work on all your reading for Friday. Never let it be said that I tempted you into riotous living a few days before your colloquium. Charlie, thanks! Y vamos a ver. I won't be holding my breath, okay? ;) Marsha |
| Congratulations on the Clarion app, Marsha! You and Tempest and chance are going to be like a bunch of kids at college, I bet. I hope you all get in.
Charlie Finlay |
| yay clarion app out the door! :;does a little dance:; go marsha, go marsha, go marsha, it's your birthday. wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Tempest |
| What's this about "coherently"? You teach kindergarten. Have you read any Dr. Seuss lately? Coherence is clearly not required for small children, and may in fact be detrimental.
--E E! |
| ::blanches::
E! Staying up until midnight and teaching the next day? Teaching coherently? I must ponder. :) On a brighter note, the Clarion app is out the door. *whew* Marsha |
| Hey, Marshy, the ball game at WC is on Labor Day, but it's at 1pm. if you catch a flight after 6pm, you should be able to make it home the same day. With the 3-hour time difference, you'd be home before midnight, ready to get a little sleep before facing the kinders.
just saying. --E E |
| chance, Dagnabit, I had a chest all ready for Charlie to strip. Phooey. Just my luck that he's only lost his pants again and is searching for them.
Kim! Your boss is back! (And as for Charile appearances, how much you want to bet, chance, that she said the magic word? ;) Marsha |
| Now how did a pantsless charlie get in here? ::looks around innocently::
yeah, i'm at work. got here mondo late, tho. staying out until 3 am is not good, but i was with a cute guy, and i think i'm in love, and my love will carry me through the- :;snore:: Tempest |
| yay! *much happy dancing*
bring out the strippers, temp! hey! that's not a stripper - that's just charlie without his pants. well, if he insists .... chance |
| Kim, I have no idea. I, at least, went to bed. Did you? And are you at work now?
::knows she must be old because she can't do that kind of thing anymore. :P:: Marsha |