How I’m Feeling: The title of this post. I’m in a mind miasma. I finished the rough draft of my novel, which was such a non-event it barely even registered. No glowing feeling of satisfaction or bragging to family and friends. I just quietly wrote the last word, fell on my office floor and cried […]
So, yeah, Happy Easter, if you celebrate. (And as I mentioned in my last post, even the non-religious types among us can surely celebrate Easter as the coming of spring. AmIright?) It’s a busy weekend for many and here’s what’s going on around here: What I’m fussing about: Apostrophes, freaking apostrophes. The overuse of them […]
The tub wads, back when they were young, thin, and innocent This series (we'll see how long it lasts) is my summertime whimsy. I started it last week, with the inaugural Five Things on Friday post. Here's this week's obsessions passions: What I'm Reading. Just yesterday, I started Leaving Time by Jodi Picoult, who […]
Cats are good at crossword puzzles, too! I have decided that there's one VERY IMPORTANT piece of writing advice that often goes unmentioned. It is sort of a secret writer thing, but I am dedicated to bringing such things out in the open, because I'm dedicated to helping you find success as a writer. (You […]
Punkins, ready for the big night So, I've had this idea lately. What might that idea be, you ask? I shall tell you. It's that maybe, once in awhile, more often than a blue moon, maybe even weekly, I'm not sure yet, it likely depends on you all react, I shall write a post that […]
my cat Captain misses me while I'm gone in New York? I don't. But I miss him (and his brother, Lieutenant)!
I have two new writing companions: Captain (above) and Lieutenant. Yesterday I was seized by the notion that I absolutely, positively had to get me a cat for Christmas. After delicately breaking the news to some family members who were, um, shall we say, a bit resistant (a glass of wine helped)we headed […]
My mother's cat, Emma, came to live with us about a month ago, when it became apparent that Mom was going to be in the nursing home a good long time, like forever. Emma was as old in cat years as Mom in human years (92), if not older. By our best estimates, she was […]
