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 …
I want to live in a world where I can be unrestrained, passionate, an artist, a writer, a poet, a sci-fi/fantasy/superheroes geek, a quantum physics dabbler, a Jesus-follower, a wife, mother, a daughter, a friend, a sister, a photographer, a foodie, a singer, a collector of ridiculous junk, a lover of everything about the cramazing …
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 …
Thanks to the following tweets a while back, this post wrote itself. You’re welcome.
Make sure your heroines can’t get taken out by an easy crossbow shot, y’all.
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So, the most recent Game of Thrones episode. WARNING SPOILERS TRIGGER WARNING concerning rape and the victimization of women. Game of Thrones, Season 5, Episode 6, “Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken” I still haven’t watched the episode. And it’s likely I’m not gonna. And it’s possible I won’t be watching the show at all anymore. The day …
This post has been languishing in Drafts for a couple of eternities. I think it began life as a comment I left on someone else’s blog — possibly Chuck Wendig’s. I thought it worth sharing here. What’s the scariest book you ever read? House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski “The Fall of the House …
Hi loves. Now that I type that, I want to go back and a rewrite it “Hi loaves.” As though y’all were bread. Yummy, squishy, fresh-from-the-oven bread…mmmmmmm…. Okay. Getting weird now. Anyway. Hi. I recently took a Twitter break. There was stuff on Twitter, and people were angrier about it than usual, and I’m dealing …
it’s time to paint a tiger by Courtney Cantrell it’s time to paint a tiger and i am not ready the wildness is what gets me i guess sharp gleam of jade eye power of muscle and mercurial spirit contained in a casing of banded skin tiger tiger burning bright greed would turn you into …
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 …
Odd ramblings, dumb huamn tricks, and a novel-writing update! Bazinga!