January.
It's 2006. Say hi.
February.
On my teaching evaluation forms, which I read today, one student wrote that I was conceptually brilliant.
March.
So, it appears my decision to withdraw my Atheling nomination has met with some resistance, which I didn't expect. I kind of like the decisions that relate to me to be respected, as I am this adult of mild intelligence who lives in a democracy, but I guess that argument slices both ways.
April.
I think I'm going to start a band called Hemingway's Rifle and pitch a short story collection called That Was Hemingway's Suicide, Not Mine.
May.
I just walked past the television, and some old guy was saying, "Polls clearly show that Australians trust John Howard in the matter of National Security."
June.
Today it hit me: I don't really enjoy bookstores anymore.
July.
Have you ever been searched by the cops?
August.
I find this interesting because it touches on things I'm thinking as I write Twenty-Six Lies/One Truth.
September.
You can now pre-order Twenty-Six Lies/One Truth for $14.95 on the Wheatland Press site.
October.
Went and saw the Drones last night at the Gaelic Club, which is a venue I do not like.
November.
I had poisoned apples, but no children. No one loves Halloween here.
December.
Here's some things about my fiction from around the 'net.
(The meme works like so: Go back in your journal and take the first sentence from your first post on the first day of the month (or closest to) for all 12 months of 2006.)
It's 2006. Say hi.
February.
On my teaching evaluation forms, which I read today, one student wrote that I was conceptually brilliant.
March.
So, it appears my decision to withdraw my Atheling nomination has met with some resistance, which I didn't expect. I kind of like the decisions that relate to me to be respected, as I am this adult of mild intelligence who lives in a democracy, but I guess that argument slices both ways.
April.
I think I'm going to start a band called Hemingway's Rifle and pitch a short story collection called That Was Hemingway's Suicide, Not Mine.
May.
I just walked past the television, and some old guy was saying, "Polls clearly show that Australians trust John Howard in the matter of National Security."
June.
Today it hit me: I don't really enjoy bookstores anymore.
July.
Have you ever been searched by the cops?
August.
I find this interesting because it touches on things I'm thinking as I write Twenty-Six Lies/One Truth.
September.
You can now pre-order Twenty-Six Lies/One Truth for $14.95 on the Wheatland Press site.
October.
Went and saw the Drones last night at the Gaelic Club, which is a venue I do not like.
November.
I had poisoned apples, but no children. No one loves Halloween here.
December.
Here's some things about my fiction from around the 'net.
(The meme works like so: Go back in your journal and take the first sentence from your first post on the first day of the month (or closest to) for all 12 months of 2006.)
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i've never really dug second hand bookstores, however. this is partly because i don't like to buy secondhand books which is, yes, i know, quite strange :)