Dear Two Remaining Faithful Readers, I’m back. Sort of. Maybe. Long story short (too late), I have made the probably unwise choice of signing up for JuNoWriMo. It’s 99% like NaNoWriMo, except that it’s in June instead of November and it’s not affiliated with NaNoWriMo except for having gained permission to use the concept Mad …
Last night, I wrote about my hope, my not-hope, and my forever-hope, all threaded through with the discouraging guanoshow that was 2016 A.D. Today, I turn my mind and heart to lovelier things. When it came to reading and writing, 2016 was one of my best years ever. 🙂 On Reading in 2016 In 2016, …
Once upon a time, there was a writer who bleached the face-framing portion of her hair and then dyed that portion pastel blue. It lasted a couple of weeks, then faded. And it continued fading from bluish into the bleached blonde until the blue and yellow combo looked decidedly greenish. But it looked kind of …
Hile, lovelies, I’d been thinking I hadn’t blogged since January, and then I check and find that I last blogged in February. On Valentine’s Day, to be prezact. And it was my poetical ode to villains, which is extra appropriate to look back upon today. ‘Cause this post is gonna be POETRY Y’ALL. BANGERANG. So, …
Hidey-ho, lovelies! Today is so-called Black Friday here in the good ol’ USA, and I have many opinions about it. I shan’t delineate them all here. All I’ll say is that I’ve never participated in Black Friday, and I never plan to. Also, I wrote the following short story, the tone and content of which …
Hile, inkslingers, ne’er-do-wells, and sundry, I’ve been neglecting the blog again of late. But I have good reason. A depression low-point struck, and I’ve been self-medicating with Netflix. Also, I was sick with another of my lovely sinus infections, so it’s taken me a bit to bounce back from that. But I’m trying to get …
Hile, my beloved inklings. I hope this finds you in fine fettle and pie. This is yet another post that has gestated long in my Drafts folder. Its conception occurred when I watched the first of Peter Jackson’s Hobbit movies, The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, and then read John Scalzi’s review of the same. Since …
When it comes to art, even personalities that aren’t perfectionist suddenly descend into weird, nit-picky hangups. “It doesn’t look right.” “It doesn’t look real enough.” The one who never alphabetizes her books will develop a dire need for right angles and even planes. The one who can’t keep his pantry in any semblance of order …
Today is the last day of National Poetry Month, so I’m finally posting a poem. Better late than never, right? ; ) I wrote this the day after I came upon my Grandpa sitting in his rocking chair in the sun room, peering toward the outside beyond the window, and quietly singing “Amazing Grace” and …
Here’s an original poem (read: BY ME) in celebration of National Poetry Day. Enjoy!