Random Thursday: Duck Tales!




Today is my parents’ forty-ninth wedding anniversary! 

How about some applause?

They met at Miami University, in Ohio—both were school teachers taking a summer graduate course.  They sat next to each other in class, but hadn’t spoken much.

One day, it was very hot in the classroom, and flies kept buzzing in through the open windows.  My father, being a man of many diverse skills, killed the flies that landed on his desk by flicking them with his pencil.  After each kill, he would take the corpse and place it on Mom’s desk.  She was either too embarrassed to protest or was trying not to laugh, depending on whom you ask. 

By the end of the class, Mom had a small mountain of dead flies and Dad had a ride back to Cincinnati.  Their relationship was strictly platonic, at least on Dad’s side—he was dating someone else.  Mom only says that he was very good-looking, if a bit slow on the uptake for a guy destined to be a psychologist.

Mom drove him back and forth throughout the entire summer,  until it finally dawned on Dad that he was having more fun with her than the girl he was dating.   So he stopped dating her and started dating Mom.  Finally.

The rest, as they say, is history and a lot of hard work.

Congratulations to the two coolest people I know!  Thank you for setting such a high benchmark!


For those of you who didn’t choose the fourth option in today’s poll, here’s your chance:



Sixteen days until the (arbitrary) deadline for my first draft of Pigeon.^   There’s a lot to do, but I know I can make it.

This isn’t another shipwreck.   I finally know how it’s going to end.^^  I know whodunnit and why and how.

I’m almost afraid to tilt my head in case the last chapters fall out of my ear and the twists unravel and the logic balloon collapses like a soap-bubble.

Please let it work. 

Please let it work.


A Fanfic Recommendation.  No, seriously.

My friend Siobhan (she of the double dog dares) has been on bed rest for the last two weeks of her pregnancy,* which has given her a lot of time to cruise fanfiction.net.  Fanfic is her alternative to daytime television, because, as she says, some of the stories are actually good.

She’s particularly fond of strange crossovers and alternative universes—because she doesn’t have to stew about canon—and sends me links to the weirdest things, like the stars of Supernatural as dolphins fighting demonic tuna, or something.**

But I have to admit, she finds some awesome stuff in there, including a story she sent me two days ago.

If you enjoyed the BBC’s Sherlock series, or at least the original stories, and have read Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaimon’s Good Omens, then I highly recommend this story,  in which Aziraphale and Crawley feed some rather unusual ducks.  Ducks who behave completely in character.***

It’s eleven in a random (hey-oh!) series of BBC Sherlock shorts by a talented and extremely well-read writer who goes by Silver Pard.

C’mon—humor me.  Give it a try.



Janie thanks everyone (with blushes and giggles) who congratulated her on passing the third grade and agrees that she was a cute baby, though she thinks she looks better with hair.

She would also like for me to hurry up and post this, so she can play Barbie Fashionista Grand Prix, or whatever it is.

What’s the magic word, kid?


^Yes, I am counting today, because my main writing sessions are in the evenings, after the kids go to bed.

^^With a $#!%load of editing, right.  Besides that.

*They had the date wrong, apparently, and pushed her due date back an extra three weeks.  I’m not sure she was told to stay in bed for the baby’s sake or because her OB was afraid she’d seek revenge.  And neither is her husband.

**No.  No.  I’m making that up—but I promise you someone out there is working on it already.

***No duck slash, I promise.


18 thoughts on “Random Thursday: Duck Tales!

    • Well, they kind of grew on me . . . no, really, we had some tough times at the beginning, but we all pulled through. And they really are remarkable people.

  1. Yes, it was me who voted for the fourth option immediately upon coming to your page. 🙂

    Wow, I know Thursdays are always good around here, but this Random post was awesome. How your parents met sounds incredibly romantic and equals amount of cute and quirky. (I didn’t need the video after the title!) I’m so excited about the end of Pigeon. It is going to work really, really well. Watch.

    Perusing fanfiction.net sounds like it could get addictive–I hope that your friend has as comfortable and a period of rest that is the least amount of frustration possible when confined to a bed.

    You and your kids are adorable together.

  2. Yay your parents! 49 years…wow.

    Whatever you do, do not tilt your head. Just don’t. You know where the story needs to go, it’ll be worth it. Just sleep sitting up. No. I’m not joking.

    • I know—they seem to have beaten the odds. ‘Course, they have each other . . .

      I’ll do my best not to spill tonight, except on the page. I hope this works . . .

  3. I don’t think psychology would have been my first thought. With that pile of dead flies, I’d say your dad was destined for hand to hand combat! Congratulations to them both! They sound like an amazing duo.

    I am so excited for you and your MS. I wish Janie had taken a picture of you the moment you realized you had Pidgeon figured out. I’ve only had that moment once before but I keep it in my back pocket for reference, always.

    “English by naturalisation and demon by nature.” I don’t know how or why but I intend to use this sentence at some point today. LOVE.

    I just realized I didn’t vote. Clearly I’m going for the ducks vs. pigeons scenario.

    • Rats. Misspelled again. Although, really, I think pigeon should be spelled pidgeon. Despite the read squiggly line underneath, it looks right to me.

    • The line that really cracked me up was “They might not have a clue about narrative convention, but apparently they know tactics.”

      That and: “Is that the duck that rolls instead of walks?”

      I’m glad you liked it!

  4. Wooed with dead flies. Not too many couples can say that!

    I suggest sleeping in an armchair — you never know what may happen to those words. Or better yet, forget sleep. You may wake up and find someone’s stolen them. Wait, here’s the thing. Start writing now and don’t stop for the next sixteen days, just in case.

    Can I get you a barrel of coffee?

    • I forgot sleep a while back. I have a few days off work between now and then. I think i’ll make it—it won’t be pretty, but the words should be there.

      Thanks for the coffee-offer, but it hit 97F today. Could I have a diet Pepsi IV instead? 🙂

  5. 16 days? Why that’s more than a fortnight! (Just showing off my British vocabulary here)

    Go Sarah. You may want to lay in a few flats of chocolate…

  6. First, your story about your parents is probably the best How We Met story I’ve EVER read. Find a way to use it in your novel…

    Second, arbitrary deadlines are the best deadlines of all. They tend to be inciting but not totally overwhelming. They’re even more beneficial when you share them.

    So? It’s Sunday now. How are we doing???

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