Jennifer Crusie's Blog: Argh Ink

Toni Causey put up the most beautiful post on Murderati.

Saturday, I was on the main drag in this little town I live near, in stop-and-go pre-Easter traffic, and I was thinking about Liz and her little town, and about how frustrated she’d be in that kind of traffic, and I looked off to the side and saw that there was a hot dog stand open, and it was all glass so you could see all the people inside, and I thought, “That would be interesting,” and was thinking about how that would affect things, to be eating hot dogs on display to everybody around you, your conversations a big mime for the world, and I looked back and there was A FREAKING TRUCK RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, and I slammed on the brakes and hit the accelerator instead (because I was not in the same world with the truck) and plowed my Prius into the back end so hard, the tow truck had to jack up the truck to pull my car out from under it. read more >>

For my New Year’s Eve post, I’d love to say something inspirational, but all I’ve got is “Thank god this freaking year is over.” I don’t know why I’ve fixated on Jan. 1 as the day my luck turns around; that makes as much sense as believing the world is going to end because the Mayan calendar cycle stopped. But there is something about that clean slate; the ball drops, we wipe the old year out and start writing the new one, the one where we’ll be smarter, thinner, fitter, more efficient, less cluttered, the one where there’ll be no bras beside the computer, no spinach wilting in the fridge, no unwashed dishes or unlaundered clothes or dogs with back problems that require expensive MRIs. . .

Wait. Is that just me? Never mind. read more >>

The bad gets the headlines and they’re necessary if we’re ever going to fix things, but the good is out there, too:

Moments That Restore Our Faith in Humanity

Four months ago, one of Lani’s cats disappeared. Zoe had always been independent, taking her time about coming home, but when she’d been gone a week and we knew there was a coyote in the woods, we mourned her loss. A good cat, but not faster than a coyote. Tonight, Lani e-mailed me and said, “Zoe’s back!” No idea where she’s been or why she stayed away so long, but she was starving and it’s getting colder, so maybe she decided putting up with four dogs and another cat was worth food and warmth. Big sighs all around and a thank you to the god of cats. read more >>