Life, Interrupted

If you send me a friend request, it will happen faster when I have some idea why I got the request. So drop me a note saying "Fan!" "Fellow SF/Fantasy writer!" or something else so I know what list to put you on!

...but I have an assigned slot Friday over at Book View Cafe's blog, and I have to produce information for it! In the meantime -- does anyone know Heather Hall? She's in film and from San Francisco. I don't know if I knew her once, or she likes my books, or what. Just curious if it rings a bell for anyone.

I have a picture of a frozen waterfall in the cottage freezer to post...but not one of the fountain in the bathroom. The joys of home ownership. Will try to post this week! Life has been...interesting, shall we say.

I hate this blasted site. I found an RSS to port LJ, and it showed error codes. So, I changed to default to make sure the feed could work, and then went to go add my own link.

I can't find the #%%^W@! settings again. The settings link on View My Apps just sets instructions, no cosmetics or URLs. There is supposed to be a button for this on my mail page, but either my faltering eyes have a blind spot at its location, or it's not there.

I may delete the blasted thing. People can find me on Facebook......

It's one of those nights where I would cheerfully damage someone to get my hands on a low-carb pumpkin pie. The odd people at HEB tell me it's a seasonal product only. Is this why they are always out of canned pumpkin? I must stock up. A low-carb pumpkin pie is at least half a vegetable serving, isn't it? I may make sweet potato pie instead.

And as I floated past LinkedIn, I noticed that a cupcake weekend threatens. I would cheerfully avoid various foods tomorrow/today and Thursday to be able to help dispose of cupcakes on Friday. But I cannot remember RZ's handle. It is amazing that I recognize as many handles as I do, looking through them, but that one went south on me.

**Sigh** I decided "Alfreda89" was a good compromise between da writer and the private person hiding behind the writer. But as I gear up for more actual fiction, I realize I may need another journal with my name. (What a concept -- allowing myself to be found!)