The Torture of Author Photos

January 29th, 2018 Posted in Uncategorized | 5 Comments »

My publisher asked for a new author photo. At 61, it’s hard to get a decent shot anymore. Here’s what I sent them, but god knows. They suggested something with a slight angle and not so head on, and maybe with books in the background. Of course I prefer the head on shot. I looked better in all the shots with my glasses on except this one. (I don’t like my full on smile anymore in photographs. Something about all my dental work makes it look funny.)

Update: I tried to get another at an angle and got one that doesn’t suck.

This is the first “at an angle” one I sent them, but I like the new one better!

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Sob. Whimper. Curling up in a ball now.

January 29th, 2018 Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments »

The current state of my bathroom. I’m waiting to hear if anyone is going to come back to finish the work! On the bright side, the water is back on so I can do everything except shower. That is a huge improvement over how I’ve been living the past week. So there’s that.

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No Water

January 27th, 2018 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

My bathroom is even more torn up, I have no water, and I have a bad cold. Thank God for my neighbor Beth, who is letting me use her bathroom and her sink to wash dishes.

The workman are supposed to be back to finish the work, but there’s no sign of them yet. But they have to tear open a full run to put in new pipe under the tub. Oh woe is me!

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Why I Can’t Have Nice Things

January 25th, 2018 Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments »

There’s a leak in one of the pipes in my bathroom and it’s steadily dripping into the apartment downstairs. I had to take off work yesterday, and I have to stay home again tomorrow.

These pipes are over 100 years old. As are all the electrical runs. I’m amazed we’re still standing and not a burning pile of rubble. This doesn’t look too bad, but it smells like lumber that has been soaking for a century. I have to keep the window in the bathroom open at all times even though it’s freezing. They had to break open the ceiling of the apartment underneath me so I’m sure she’s overjoyed as well.

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Who am I??

January 21st, 2018 Posted in Uncategorized | 7 Comments »

Anyone who knows me knows I cannot bear animal harm in any way, shape or form. If an animal is harmed in a tv show, movie, or book, even though it’s fiction and NOT REAL, I have to immediately turn off the show, leave the theatre, or throw down the book. On Echo, posts that contain descriptions of animal harm are prefaced with NSFS: Not Safe For Stacy.

Which makes what I did yesterday all the more astounding. I’m working at the ASPCA’s Animal Hospital now, and we treat animals who have been harmed (animal cruelty cases being investigated by the NYPD come to us for care) or have had accidents, or are sick and need procedures. I see animals in distress all the time, which has been hard, but I can deal with it because I feel like I’m helping, and every day I’m learning more about how to be a even bigger help to the animals.

But surgery is something I really feared given my temperament. I’m currently being trained to be something like a vet assistant, and I’ll be expected to help to help with surgeries, among other things. I figured the sooner I confront this part of the job to see if I can deal with it the better, so yesterday I asked if I could “shadow” a splenectomy that was about to be performed on a sweet pit bull who’d been in a car accident. “Sure,” they said.

I was fine!! I was so worried that I would cry, or faint, or have an anxiety attack, or throw up, and I never came anywhere near doing any of that. I was uncomfortable for sure, but nothing unmanageable. Even better, the dog’s spleen was fine, and they couldn’t find anything wrong with him internally, so they closed him back up, and he was okay when I left last night. (Please still be okay when I get back.)

Personally, I’m shocked at myself. I never would have predicted this.

The boys. My little shadows. They are still on the small side. I wonder if they will always be small due to being taken away from their mother at birth? (Quick backstory: These are former neonatal kittens that I helped raise and adopted from the ASPCA’s Kitten Nursery.)

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