The doctor comes in. She does a good job. About ten to twenty percent of women have non-viable pregnancies. About half those miscarry naturally. She’s quiet, thorough, professional, and kind. I cry. I can’t help it. It’s embarrassing.
I had a great time at Cascade Writers Workshop – thank you again, to the organizers – and would like to say that Cascade was a fun event that I recommend.
I’ll be attending the Cascade Writers Workshop at the end of this week.
I’ll be attending Westercon / Gearcon in Portland, OR, July 1 – 4, 2016, as a panelist.
I don’t know if it’s just me but there’s something about writing my own obituary that cheers me up. Here’s a few Langley Hyde obits, for your reading enjoyment.
On February 22, 1866, the New York Times writes that ice harvesting in the Hudson had just finished in Upstate New York.
To write originally and to write well, I have to save experiences. This year, I’ve withdrawn more experiences from the brain bank than I’ve deposited.
In which I talk about bad cures and terrible remedies in the 19th century like mercury, kerosene, and lead. This is Victorian medicine at its worst.
But all this talk of traditional British baking has got me to thinking—what were the traditional British cakes in the mid-1800s? How much overlap is there, between the cakes we think of as traditionally British, and the cakes that would be seen in a middle-class nineteenth-century spread? What other baked goods were popular at this time?
Howl’s Moving Castle, fantasy border-lining on steampunk, it’s a children’s book with a touch of romance.