Storm of Swords

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

I have lots I should be writing about here.

Like, I hosted The Lovebooth! The sequel to the Happiness Booth! You don't even know how fabulous it was!

And why? Because I have given over my life to a book.

Most of Thanksgiving saw me barricading the stairwell at my in-laws home so that my child would not go tumbling down it, and my face buried in George R. R. Martin's third book in the Song of Fire and Ice series (or Season 3 of Game of Thrones to you lucky bastards with HBO) We cut off cable, so I thought I would just get a headstart and read season 3.

And now I'm feeling foolish. Foolish to be reading the book years after publication and months before the show premieres, because I am devastated and I have no one to talk to!

This mother weighed in at over 1000 pages, and I gave up sleep and work and house cleaning. I cheated on my book club. I pissed off my husband. I pissed off myself for shirking a lot of responsibility.

But it was worth every freaking second.

There are few things equal to the power of a good book - a book that confounds you and challenges you and enrages you and ultimately leaves you in awe of the author's skill and sheer audacity.  I suppose I should have learned my lesson from the first book that no one is safe, but I was unprepared for how much I would grow to love these characters and how truly shocked I would be when some were taken away. In really, really, REALLY terrible ways.

I take comfort in finding accounts of other readers who cried, swore they'd never read another word of the series, who started Where's Rickon tumblrs in a way to deflect their grief over fictional characters. Good lord, the way I am carrying on you'd think I carpooled with Cersei Lannister. *Shudder*

So I was thrilled to find a video made just for me. A survivor of Book 3 who was shaken and sad and needed a little therapy.

A HUGE SPOILER WARNING
Please do not watch this unless you have read Book 3 or plan on watching Season 3 of Game of Thrones unspoiled because you will be very very very angry at me, George RR Martin, and the internet in general. So don't do it.

OK?

Book 3 survivors, proceed.



Tuesday, November 20, 2012

harlow

19 Months

Monday, November 19, 2012

D

The post that was just here? It...disappeared. Just gone. In my years of using Blogger I've never encountered such a problem, and I'm at a loss as to how to fix it. It wasn't anything earth shattering, but it was a letter to my son. About a breakthrough we were having, and I felt it important to share.

And now I'm just incredibly sad that the words that seem to come with less and less frequency have vanished.

It was a post about screaming.

I'm going to do my best not to start.

Spillit

Wednesday, November 14, 2012




I'm a huge fan of This American Life and The Moth storytelling series, so I was thrilled when the lovely Leah Keys felt that Memphis deserved their own format and launched Spillit. I was even more thrilled when I was accepted to tell a story at their inaugural event. I've since told two stories at Spillit, and you can hear them both at their brand spanking new website. I even made the cover!

If you're local, you should definitely check out the next event. Or if you've got a great story about the holidays, you should consider sharing them with the world. Once you get over the sheer terror, it's fun to say you did it.

Tree

tree

Simone

Tuesday, November 13, 2012


baby

simone

baby

Daughter of Medusahead

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

I'm thinking I'm kinda ready to move on from medusahead. Embrace a more grown-up, serious self-branding.

And then she goes and does this.

Daughter of Medusahead

Buffy & James Family Sneak

Thursday, November 1, 2012

gardens

Loverly

The lovely bride from last weekend's wedding (thanks to Chip Chockley for asking me to assist)
bride