everybody panic celebrate!

It's been a whirlwind couple of days. There was the visit to a dermatologist about a suspicious freckle: I'm scheduled for a biopsy on my return1, and probably surgery to remove said freckle when the biopsy results come back. If the concept weren't so terrifying, the freckle in question would be quite cute: it's a […]

send me photographs and souvenirs

Ah, the post-travel funk. I knew it would hit sooner or later. A vague but nagging ache from the freckle biopsy today suddenly has me feeling vicious and uncharitable. Where are my mountains? Where are my Himalayan children and my stray dogs cheerfully escorting me on my way? This is a snap of the main […]

it's a godawful small affair

The stitches are out, and the pathology is in: the love-heart shaped freckle1 must be cut out. In one of life's little ironies, I will probably end up having a few author photos taken on the day I travel to Sydney for the surgery. Let's hope I can arrange for the publicity to be pre-surgery, […]

from here on out it gets tricky

This week saw me in Sydney for my consult with the surgeon who will be removing the freckle. He will be doing a flap repair procedure which will, when the bandages are removed and the skin has knitted, result in a Z-shaped scar. Yes, that's right: I am going to look like I tangled with […]

digging a hole and the walls are caving in

My hairdresser has a Facebook page. I don't know why this amuses me, since I'm in the minority in considering it an evil website, but nevertheless amuse me it does. After my visit to said hairdresser, I now have trimmed locks and therefore stand an improved chance of not looking entirely shabby for my publicity […]

poor (zombie) mudpuddle

Publicity photos taken (and because I didn't get a chance to clean the make-up off pre-surgery, I found mascara in my ear this morning), and home from the surgery, which thankfully I slept through (the upside to being sensitive to drugs is that a dose which should make you drowsy in fact puts you straight […]

today i am homesick for travelling

A trip to Sydney yesterday (six hours round travel time for, I kid you not, about five minutes with the surgeon) saw the dressing removed and the stitches removed. I am now the proud bearer of a pink backward-Z-shaped scar across my left cheek and temple. It's a good three inches long and frames my […]

and the money i save won't buy my youth again

It's times like this when I realise, yet once more, I am not a fast writer. The copyedits continue, and this is about the time I start to wish I didn't have a dayjob because all I want is to finish this edit, and having to get up and go do other things is getting […]

it's your oldest trick and your cheapest one

I present to you: Deb, the badass version, complete with scar: Actually, as it turns out, not so badass. Just my luck, eh? Along comes a chance to acquire more of a "don't mess with me" look, and I can't even manage that. This is two weeks (to the day) since the surgery, so I […]

call me back when the war is over, call me back when your boyfriend's gone

State of the push-ups: Week one, day two, and I can now hold the form properly. Can't actually move far while holding the form and thus, for now and until I build up my arm strength, my push-ups are quite shallow. I suspect I shall have to repeat week one. But! progress. Although sneezing now […]