In which plans got changed and I went on an adventure

I’ve been meaning to blog about our artillery event not happening, but two things have kept me busy: I’m frantically working on the Steampunk/paranormal I’m co-writing with Rebecca Hamilton (I’m typing until my fingers wear down to the bone–the BONE, guys) and One Direction is taunting me with some kind of musical foreplay by releasing […]

And then this happened: My novel’s cover art is HERE

Sometimes I think the notion of “being a published author” hasn’t firmly settled in my brain yet, you know, somewhere between the official name of a Civil War Napoleon (Model 1857 Light Gun 12 pound Howitzer) and the lyrics to the song “Cows with Guns” (We will run free with the buffalo or diiiiiiiiiie).  Yet […]

I’m going to rock you like a gravel road: A weekend at Monocacy!

I have a confession.  I don’t wear underwear when I do Civil War living history. No, instead of underwear, I wear period correct split leg drawers that come down to my knees.  There was this deliciously bizarre moment this weekend when the guys were pulling up their trousers comparing socks and drawers and I was […]

Well, it looks like this will be happening: And preparation for Monocacy begins

I am notoriously bad at being outdoors. As an example of how I poorly I function in a non-artificially lit environment, I submit to you following experience: when I was, oh, let’s say around nineteen years old, The Hubs (who was then just The Boyfriend) invited me to his friend’s hunting camp for the weekend, […]

Return of awkward bodice sunburn: A weekend at Gettysburg!

Quote of the weekend: “Hey John, tell them about the time you caught on fire.” Second quote of the weekend: John: “It actually happened twice.” Pollen spores were the name of the game in Gettysburg this weekend.  The Hubs had some kind of violent, pollen/grass/spore/whatever induced reaction and we had to leave the artillery event […]

The Missing Stairs OR My hour and a half as an archeolgist

It pains me to say it, but this year marks ten years since I graduated from college.  It was 2004 and my hair color was currently blonde.  I was convinced my fresh, magna cum ladue graduating, 3.93 GPA Communications Bachelor degree with a specialization in corporate communications was going to promptly lead to a job […]

Stand back: I’m posting my fiction. Short story “With My Face to the Enemy” is live!

Here on The Rambling Jour, I’ve posted a lot of things.  I’ve posted pictures of myself in an 1860s corset (here).  I’ve blogged about a coworker’s nipples getting caught in a revolving glass door (here) and the horror that was scheduling a gynecological exam with Hot Doctor (here).  And, I talk a lot about writing. But […]

Halloween at the Heights: Artillery in Harpers Ferry

Firmly on the other side of the government shut down (ahem, for now) and before the government sequester sets in (sorry Sesquicentennial 2014), this past weekend was our annual jaunt to Harpers Ferry, West Virginia for Artillery Weekend. Let me rephrase.  Artillery Weekend! Taking a step backwards, this weekend I learned that the rumored government sequester (or as […]