Author: The Velvet Zebra

O Catscratch Tree O Catscratch Tree How shredded are thy branches! O Catscratch Tree O Catscratch Tree How shredded are thy branches! You’re dragged around my house all day Pine pitch in fur won’t go away O Catscratch Tree O Catscratch Tree How shredded are thy branches! I moved out of my mother’s house after…

DISGUSTING!   It’s not raining cats and dogs. It’s raining ELEPHANTS AND BLUE WHALES!!! Today we’re trying hard to break the records for inches, feet, maybe even yards. As I sit here at work, performing emergency storm duties, I’m hearing the only route home is flooded and closed. Joy to the World. I picked a fine…

My Friday Thing. Chapter 1, disclaimer: Okay, just so we’re clear, this story is being posted a chapter at a time every Friday – this novel is being put here because it CANNOT be offered up for publication, dig? It has no First Rights left. That’s because when I wrote this 10 years ago, I…

By the prickling of my thumbs, Castle Debacle hast this way come! Err, well – it’s here. And my Friday Thing is coming. It’s coming! Get off my back!!  *ahem* It’s coming.

Not to be confused with “the Friday thing”. Here’s where I make excuses for what’s going to happen every Friday on this bloggie here, so all my peeps won’t judge me as harshly as they have every right to. This is where I go on and on about how I started writing so long ago,…

Have I mentioned how I can obsess? I can obsess. Over the stupidest things, like how this blog looks.  One template is wider, but has no banner. Another has space for a banner, but keeps doing stupid tiling things. Another has great width, nice colors, no banner. GGGAAAAHHH!!!  Okay, I’m going to keep playing all…

That I haven’t really written a regular type post in this new blog. Other than the quickie about George, my new pen. All these little ditties I’ve been *ahem* singing don’t show me how pretty the margin width is on this blog, which is one of the big reasons I moved from Booger to WordPress…

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big write they called ‘Tea Debacle’ The write, it is said, never gives up her dead When the days of November end early With a load of word counts many thousand times more Than the Great Tea Debacle weighed empty. That good book and…

Now is the winter of our incontinence Made glorious tragedy by this last 5 days of Debacle; And all the despairs that lour’d upon our nerves In the deep bosom of our Depends buried. Now are our brows bound with sweat and worry; Our bruised fingers cramped up for keystrokes; Our panicked cries changed to…

I hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving – even you, Cath, you crazy foriegner you! 😀  It was a day to look back at our lives and give thanks for all the things we cherish, all the things that make our lives what they are.  It’s also a time to cherish the people in…