Suppose I should actually pipe up about finally figuring out that all I needed to do was switch inkblog to blogspot then use the nifty importer deelio, but that’s too much like actually posting something thus has taken me a while to get around to. As I’m going through my past 6.5 years of posts and categorizing them with WP’s neato category thingy, I am somewhat embarrassed to see how much of my time here has been spent posting quiz results. Geez. I should use LJ for that, or maybe MySpace. Life’s been nuts lo these past months – the most recent item of serious unfun is that my mom finally got off her duff and started the followup series of chemo, only to end up in the hospital night before last with acute renal failure. Le sigh.
A friend of mine, Michele, has breast cancer. A bunch of her writerly friends have put together an eBay auction to help her out – her hubby’s self-employed and their insurance isn’t amazing (like $800/prescription for meds right now… yes, Eight Hundred Dollars American for ONE 30-day prescription). A bunch of writers have donated signed novels, critiques, I’m donating a bunch of my handmade jewelry, others are tossing in some other crafty stuff… very grassroots. Please help spread the word any way you can.
The main site giving information about Michele and some of the writers who have so generously donated autographed copies of their novels and manuscript critiques is located at The Michele Fund.
My attempt at hard-sell (at which I blow monkey chunks, admittedly, oh where are my scurvy minions?) is that even if none of the books or critiques appeal to your genre preferences, there will be shiny gift items up there too over the next few weeks and ongoing and Mother’s Day is coming and Michele’s a mother and everybody has a mother so don’t be a selfish bastard, go bid on something that somebody’s mother would like to receive in remembrance of her May 14th Hallmark moment.
Breast cancer sucks.