Good article. Kinda like an owner's manual.
http://www.the-clitoris.com/n_html/n_vulva.htm
Every time I get a note from an editor confirming my acceptance into an anthology, I do this kinda jump-up-and-down thing. I'm doing it twice over right now -- My piece *Fee Fie Foe Femme* will be published in Best Lesbian Erotica 2005 (edited by Tristan Taormino and Felice Newman) AND Best of Best Lesbian Erotica, Volume 2. (Edited by Tristan Taormino)
Um. In the stores November-ish, I think.
I'll put a link to 'em up here where they're available:
http://elainemiller.com/write/buybooks/index.html
So, someone stole my van Saturday night-ish, from where it was parked outside my house.
I sure hope they weren't looking for a "fast" getaway, 'cause my poor geeky van doesn't have the horses to pull that off.
If anyone who knows the dang van sees it around, drop me a line, eh? I'm gonna look funny on rollerskates.
-Elaine
This is interesting.
PayPal, at long last, sent my money to me, but now refuses to close the account.
It feels kinda like being hijacked...
Here's what they said:
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Dear Elaine Miller,
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When a account is found to be in violation of PayPal's Acceptable Use
Policy the account can not be closed. Your account will remain in a
permanently limited status within our database.
If you have any further questions, please feel free to contact us
again.
Sincerely,
PayPal Compliance Department
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So, many years ago, my sweetie Spike gave me an Olympus D-100 1.3 megapixel digital camera for Christmas, sorta as a replacement for my little Olympus 35mm camera, which had died a painful death a few months before.
I've always been a shutterbug, but now I went crazy with it, as with rechargeable batteries, the cost of taking pictures went down to only the cost of the electricity to run it.
I took thousands of pictures. Thousands and thousands.
Then one day a few years ago, when we were on holiday at the beach, the camera was dropped in the sand. Oops.
It developed an emotional problem, having a spot of grit inside somewhere. I pulled the camera apart, cleaned it, re-arranged it, and eventually snapped a small part off and glued it down, which restored the camera to its working condition.
We took a few more thousand pictures with it, and then it started having strange troubles intermittently, and so I acquired a big sister for it -- a 5 megpixel Sony Cybershot. (Say Oooooooooooo.)
The little camera went to Spike, who takes far less pictures than I do, but still a normal amount for a human.
The camera broke again, and tonight I pulled it apart, cleaned it, shook it and blew in it, and put it all back together. It works again.
So often we fail to notice excellence when we see it, only taking note when something fails.
That little camera is now many years old, and is probably on its 10,000th digital image. It has been carried everywhere, in pockets, backpacks, fanny packs, and luggage. It's shot pictures in the rain, in snow, in cold, in heat, at the beach, at surf level, and under my leaky kitchen sink.
So here's me noticing. Thanks, Olympus.
-Elaine