lkh_lashouts | Blogflog: double feature

http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2007/11/happy-veterens-day.html

Frankly, whatever I believe polticially, if someone is willing to strap on a uniform, and weapons to defend my constitution then hero covers it. But hug a Vet today, and remember that when push comes to shove they are who and what we have standing between us and the other guys.

I don't want to proselytize "polticially" in this community, but her smug, patronizing tone could tempt Gandhi into punching something.

I feel the same way about the police, too, but today was for the Vets. Do we have a police day? Or a fireman day? Should we have?

How about a STFU day for archaic porn writers that ignore female fire fighters or a holiday for teachers that teach children about commas?

http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2007/11/better-this-morning.html

Thanks to the people who have recognized us, and not gotten on the internet and outted where we are. We really appreciate that. Thanks for just being cool, talking quietly to us, and letting us go our way. Those that just nodded and and got that little twinkle in your eye, hey to you, too, and thanks.

You mean people didn't mob you, Laurell? You and Jon didn't have to huff down the street like the Beatles? LOL.

I finally think I understand what John Grisham meant when he said in interviews that he picked a city he wanted to visit then set a book there. When I first heard it, I thought, how cold blooded, how un-muse-driven, but now I think I understand.

John Grisham is a special snowflake just like you.

Adapting to change is not my best thing, but I'm working at it. This morning Jon's breakfast came, but not mine. I didn't freak, or even have a moment's pause, it seems par for the course on this trip. They had given us two tea's, so I told him, "Eat, I'll drink my tea while it's hot and look out at the mountains." Which is exactly what I did. Breakfast came, I got to eat, it was all good. If the fact that I didn't let that small thing ruin my mood seems like, well, of course, then you don't know anyone as high strung as I am.

I guess I don't know anyone as 'high strung' as she. It seems normal to be miffed at missing breakfast, but it seems odd to be proud that you weren't.

Moody, uncompromising, perfectionistic to the point of driving everyone around me to their best efforst, or else. But I'm learning to let it go a little.

Sometimes it's amusing, when people believe the lies they create about themselves. This, however, is sad. Aren't you just so inspired to demonstrate your "best efforst"?

I realized that the last time I took this much time off from actual writing, and my actual life, was over twenty years ago. Before Jon, before Trinity, before I actually sold anything as a writer. Work-aholoic, who me? .

Would a true perfectionist / work-"aholoic" learn to use spellcheck?