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I am the spider slayer. Now, I’m the last person in the world who would call Husband a wimp. He is a strong, manly, testosterone-riddled guy. He can lift heavy furniture and unscrew the stickiest lids. But. He hates spiders. If he sees one in his vicinity, he must-must see it dead. Soon. Preferably with

Moments like this, I want to jump inside my story. Just for this scene (because Death Before Returning to High School, that’s my motto) while my characters are doing something cool that I can’t actually do. They’re remaking a dress – a costume. They have scissors and beads and sequins and glue guns and yards,

Once again, I’m wondering why I don’t learn how to write fantasy. Everyone wants it. And why not? It has high stakes. Death lurks around every corner. Misuse of magic is a great way to get into trouble. Who doesn’t love a quest story? Plus, dragons. Swords. Elves. Totally invented creatures and borrowed-from-Mythology creatures and

Here are some of the things I love to hear today: Singing birdies Rain Kids laughing together “Feed the Birds” (from Mary Poppins) on the violin The email-arrival “bing” Kids singing together Consistent keyboard tap (1300 words) Katie Melua on the iPod Kids working together Husband, working across the entry hall, is hearing what I’m

Some of you already know that if I don’t write first thing in the morning (well, maybe third thing, after a few pressing hygiene* matters) that my muse walks off in a huff, refusing to sing in my ear all day. She’s such a prima donna. Some of you also know that now that school’s

Fifteen years ago this morning I woke up really early. Really-really early. And I put on a white dress, and I rode in my parents car for the last time as Primarily Their Kid. When I got back into a car, it was a different car. Much smaller. Much more recently washed and vacuumed. With