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- Susan Palwick
- SF/fantasy writer. English professor. Episcopalian. Licensed lay preacher. Former volunteer ER chaplain (but not clergy); future, I hope, ER patient advocate. Intermediate knitter; beginning weaver. And a few other things, less easily labeled. The title of this blog is a phrase John Clute used to describe the plots of my first two novels. It both amused and annoyed me, and I finally decided to reclaim it as a badge of honor. Would you prefer rickety contrivances of doing bad?
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Still remembering you in my prayers. Wish I could have a kitty like that bored-looking darling.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great photo! Is that Figaro? The face seems to be saying, "Yes, of course I am spoiled. And I deserve every bit of it--and more!"
ReplyDeletePrayers continuing.
Thanks for the prayers, Grammy and Terri! And yes, that's Figaro.
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