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
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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
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
Famine to Feast: Fall Deadlines
I spent most of the last five months purging, cleaning, painting, packing, selling, buying, cleaning, unpacking, and purging. See what's not on that list? Yeah...even my journal hasn't gotten any writing lately. Moving is more time consuming now than it was in college: the books alone take a while to get settled. My new office… Continue reading Famine to Feast: Fall Deadlines
The Banshee Inside
I expect I'm the same as every other writer out there: I have at least four potential novels, and more short story ideas than I can count, vying for attention. I used to keep a running list of "priority" topics in a naive and earnest attempt at organization: I'm a business analyst and project manager… Continue reading The Banshee Inside
Review: The Sin Eater’s Last Confessions: Lost Traditions of Celtic Shamanism
The Sin Eater's Last Confessions: Lost Traditions of Celtic Shamanism by Ross HeavenMy rating: 5 of 5 stars When I picked this up, I anticipated a book of Welsh, Scottish, and Briton mythology surrounding the history of Sin Eaters with a bit of personal background. Instead, Ross Heaven wrote an engaging and lovely memoir about… Continue reading Review: The Sin Eater’s Last Confessions: Lost Traditions of Celtic Shamanism
I Hoard Words
When I’m unwell, when the darkness descends and I can’t reach my characters anymore, I lock my voice in a musty mental trunk, piling distractions on the lid. I talk only about the most mundane and shallow topics. I write only grocery lists and technical documentation for my day job. I'm a makeshift Pandora, barricaded in… Continue reading I Hoard Words
Dear 80’s Just Say No Commercials – It’s My Dog’s Fault
Chewy is now a relatively perky old man on super pain-medication. That's right, my dog is now a drug addict. Awesome. I mean, he already drank out of the toilet and ate things better left unmentioned while outside and barked at invisible things - why not get him high too? (He learned it from the… Continue reading Dear 80’s Just Say No Commercials – It’s My Dog’s Fault
No Pithy Phrase 