After my “awakening” that spawned Realization #1, I have begun editing the novel I wrote for nanowrimo in 2016, “Riot of Purple Profanity”. For those who were following me then, you might remember that I wrote the novel almost entirely on the blog. Frankly, that was a tough undertaking as I recall, which may be one reason why I never re-read it. Continue reading
I tried not to blink. Yet, here I am storing Christmas decorations when it seemed as if I just did that. How had a year passed so quickly? What was there to show for it? A few gray hairs? A dog a year older and slower? Continue reading
I just worked a day and a half on someone else’s manuscript…for free (for them, at least).
What if it had been mine?
Time to re-evaluate and time to prioritize.
I’d like to share this invitation from Theresa J. Barker and Anna Jailene Aguilar of Reimagining Books to write your own take on A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Please visit here for complete guidelines for submission.
As I write this, 9:27 am, it is exactly 2 hours before the winter solstice. On our walk this morning, Scout and I admired our shadows, which we may revisit at 11:27 am. If you happen to be out and about at the solstice, you might take note of your shadow as this is the time of year that it will be the longest. Pretty cool!
Me and My Shadow or better known as me and Scout…or rather, our shadows on a very cold winter solstice morning.
This challenge is for all of you fans of flash fiction. It’s from Joe Owens at Fiction Playground. If you choose to take on this mission….enjoy! 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄
First of all allow me to apologize if you have been looking for this post for nearly a week. I wrongly assumed I could return from my bi-annual international mission trip with my head collected and ready to resume my regular activities. Even after my fourth trip I found my head to be anything […]
via Christmas Character Origin Story Flash Challenge — Fiction Playground
It’s me. I get it. I’m shopping online for a top and see the pants looking like they’ve gone twenty rounds with a meat cleaver and my automatic impression is: no, thanks. It’s not the top. The top could be wonderful (it is probably effing wonderful!), but I am so focused on the ugliness of the shredded pants that I CAN’T see the top! (A bloody hell is perfectly inserted here.) Continue reading
My cool little logo that I’ll add to posts to show that I really am trying to
ketchup catch up. Because, you know, I’d rather be fiddling with transforming pictures than catching up with my reviews and poetry. Continue reading
I’ve started this post to you all several times now. I know that there are many of you out there who understand depression. For those of you who don’t, I was you. I’ve always been upbeat to the point of silliness. If something got me down, I would go exercise or read a book or dance like an idiot to Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic or Speed of Sound. But I always bounced back.
In March that stopped happening. If you all were around in March, you know that I disappeared for a week or so after an accident. I have’t bounced back, not to who I used to be. I have been feeling sad and easily overwhelmed as my body has just not healed as quickly as I would have liked and my brain either. If you know what it’s like to be in that situation, you also know that every little thing contributes and makes you feel weak.
I don’t share these things easily because I’m not used to it. I’d rather make you smile or laugh or roll your eyes. I’ve always felt that the world has so much pain already and I have never wanted to contribute.
But, I’ve found myself apologizing for not keeping up, for not getting the Mouse story to become routine, but if you know what it’s like to try to write humor, you know you have to feel something like humor in those moments and so Mouse becomes something I write when I feel that maybe I can grab a smile, internally.
I’m not going anywhere and I’m going to try to pull myself up out of this little crevice, but I’m not going to apologize any more for falling behind, for not striving to be the wonder woman who I wanted to be, and for feeling like I’ve let anyone down. Thanks for understanding.
I’m a book blogger and a writer, but beneath those two items you might have noticed that I have a huge love of music of all genres. Despite a suburban upbringing, I have loved country music from a young age. Continue reading