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Banshee · Minerva · Writing

Spamcation

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I'm on vacation. I'm supposed to be in Cocoa Beach, but Covid is an asshole so I'm home instead, working on the Banshee book and ignoring the puppy gleefully chewing on my dirty clothes pile. Sigh. I suppose I should do something about it before Minerva swallows a sock and has yet another cone-venture. Great… Continue reading Spamcation

We Now Return to Regularly Scheduled Programming
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We Now Return to Regularly Scheduled Programming

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Seems utterly appropriate that this mug looks poisoned and haunted. When I was about to start chemo last winter, one of my very best friends, Sarah, gave me a care package including a cancer hat (which I still have), a few lovely odds and ends, and this mug. Technically chemo ended on Star Wars Day… Continue reading We Now Return to Regularly Scheduled Programming

Myths and Monsters · Writing

Writing Prompt

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I must be feeling more like a human. Things in my brain are starting to work again. I am occasionally asked by non-writers where ideas come from. Honestly, not that often lately because I don't talk about writing as much anymore to non-writers (boring people is a great way to STAY socially distanced). But still,… Continue reading Writing Prompt

life · Writing

Deja Vu Slalom

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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

Sunday is for Self-Care
Banshee · fAngus and Ragnar · Writing

Sunday is for Self-Care

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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

Banshee · life · Novels · Writing

Thus Ends Frankenboob

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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

Uncategorized · Writing

Raising The Freak Flag

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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

Banshee · Novels · Writing

The Well of What Ifs

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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

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Confessions of a Hoarder

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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

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Famine to Feast: Fall Deadlines

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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