I've been offline quite a bit lately working on FINALLY finishing my first book (rough draft only). I'm not done, but I'm not dead. Yet.I figure I need to finish, because my excellent friend Sarah did a Tarot reading for me recently that was essentially a GIANT COSMIC WARNING that I'm "excessively fertile." I suppose it… Continue reading This is not a corpse speaking…no really, I’m somewhat alive.
Tag: Writing
I am not Yoda, NaNoWriMo
I've spent the past two months in an all-encompassing fog of anxiety, depression, worry, and exhaustion. That's not any sort of plea for sympathy...it's my excuse for crappy and intermittent posting. I simply have very little to write about outside of dealing with the accident and aftermath, and instead of inflicting that upon ANYONE in cyberspace, I've avoided my blog (except in… Continue reading I am not Yoda, NaNoWriMo
Cake: Above Hair Doodies, Below Sex on the Birthday Scale
So my birthday is coming up soon, hence the title. This is not a plea for birthday shenanigans, presents, or anything else. It's just a silly post (well, most of them are). Normally, I get all anxious and depressed around my birthday and obsess about all the things I haven't done yet. For example: I foolishly… Continue reading Cake: Above Hair Doodies, Below Sex on the Birthday Scale
Thus I Learn Blogging Lessons From the Interwebz
I can tell my writing the past few posts has been shitty. To those who actually read the entire posts in question, I apologize for that. Sometimes I have silly, irrational hopes that someday more than 25 people will actually look at my blog in a day. I know that should that ever happen I'll… Continue reading Thus I Learn Blogging Lessons From the Interwebz
UPDATED: Warning: This Post Contains Coworker GIBBERISH
Writing doesn't pay any of my bills: I write because if I didn't I'd wither away into bitterdom. Yes, I just invented a word. I'm that awesome. Or mental. Probably mental.In my I'm-paid-to-sit-at-this-computer hours, I'm a business analyst in the medical insurance industry. Sounds boring as hell, doesn't it? Sometimes it is (generally those are days… Continue reading UPDATED: Warning: This Post Contains Coworker GIBBERISH
Flash Fiction Project (No, it’s not porn)
I had this idea the other day to combine writing exercises with blog posts, but only one series (to keep from boring the crap out of anyone). I have this flash fiction* piece that was a finalist in a Women On Writing contest a couple of years ago. I found it the other day and… Continue reading Flash Fiction Project (No, it’s not porn)
Thus Ends UE
Got a job this week, and while my wallet (and my husband and everyone else I know) is celebrating I'm just a bit melancholy about the whole thing. My dream is to make enough money to be able to stay home and write without being on unemployment so I can justify the home-time...and while the… Continue reading Thus Ends UE
They’re not Resolutions. They’re goals with loose morals.
Sometimes the ability for one person to do anything that will make a difference to someone 10,000 miles away is so overwhelmingly insurmountable that said person has to just hope. I know my last few posts were pretty irritated: I'm easily fired up by a few topics, and violence against women is one of my… Continue reading They’re not Resolutions. They’re goals with loose morals.
10,000 Words
And counting! Ever feel like a second chance is standing there hitting you in the face with a board? Yeah. I"m there. I figure I have about three more weeks, maybe four, before some of these resumes I've been sending start to pay off, especially since I'd like to get back into reinsurance, which means… Continue reading 10,000 Words
Ireland and Egypt, Oh My
It's a day for dreaming. Fog is thick and heavy outside, muffling everyday traffic sounds and enhancing the air with a weird mystical feeling that I adore (even though I know it's currently hell in traffic).After much discussion, it's tentatively decided that yes, if we can afford it (ie, if I get a job and/or… Continue reading Ireland and Egypt, Oh My
No Pithy Phrase 