If you've seen The Matrix (which sadly I can't assume anymore because it's now a movie old enough to drink legally and likely makes me out of touch with pop culture references), you'd say I had a glitch this morning. It's not the first time: I get deja vu regularly, and it's weird every time.… Continue reading Deja Vu Slalom
Category: Writing
Sunday is for Self-Care
Ragnar, contemptuous of fAngus's wrath, naps belly-up I did not nap today. I'd like to - radiation tired is still a thing in my house right now. But I had deadlines. Writing group is on Sunday afternoons, and I've been terribly behind in both my feedback AND my next submission. I ate way too many… Continue reading Sunday is for Self-Care
Thus Ends Frankenboob
Today was my last day of radiation therapy. As promised, it was significantly easier than chemo, but I'm not normal either. Well, that's a stupid turn of phrase for me...I'm never normal. Um...it's not as easy as no treatment, let's go with that. The first 2.5 weeks were deceptively easy with only a weird reverse… Continue reading Thus Ends Frankenboob
Raising The Freak Flag
When I started this blog and called it "Escape on a Page" I intended to keep my writing life separate from my weird random blogging life. Yep, I recognize that was pretty stupid for me. Hey, if you can do it I'm envious of your organization and compartmentalization skills. I suck at compartmentalizing, and honestly… Continue reading Raising The Freak Flag
A Writing Prompt
I'm not a jealous writer. I firmly believe that there are some themes and ideas that just bubble up out of some sort of Jungian subconscious pool of humanity, and they happen at the same time to brainpans all over the world. I suppose the metaphysical or psychological exploration of WHY it happens would be… Continue reading A Writing Prompt
The Well of What Ifs
Did you ever see The Seventh Sign? I love that movie: underrated horror starring Demi Moore, Michael Biehn, and Jurgen Prochnow about the seven Biblical seals that herald the end of the world. The end of humanity doesn't come in a fiery whoosh a-la Sodom and Gomorrah, but in a silent emptiness of infertility as… Continue reading The Well of What Ifs
Confessions of a Hoarder
This was mostly originally posted in 2017 on No Pithy Phrase, but it's writing related and immediately applicable, so I'm cannibalizing my own earlier work (with a few slight edits). It's been difficult getting the stories straight in my brainpan lately. I don't know anyone else who has a couple of witches, a banshee, a… Continue reading Confessions of a Hoarder
