Part one of a tour of my tattoos, in celebration of National Tattoo Day later this week.
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I had the opportunity to present on the art of letter writing. During the quarantine this is how I’m doing most of my writing.
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Continued from Life in the time of pandemic – part 1 Context – Updated Okay, so I started writing this post two days after I posted Part 1. Two and a half weeks later, I realized why I was getting stalled in finishing it. I was going to parallel this portion…
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On the last day of the 2013 Writing Excuses retreat Dan took Rusty Cleaver, which he had found in a cupboard at Robin’s Roost, and tested it out on leftover vegetables. Many of us took a turn. I’m a little hard to hear over Brandon talking, but I say “Wow,…
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I am so tired Weary Drifting into dejection into ennui to fog On little cat’s feet my mind tiptoes past the pen the raging herd of worry anger, confusion. Hush little baby, don’t say a word Momma’s going to make you a cute face mask Smiles are rarer these…
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I have a part two to the COVID-19 post from weeks ago, well, I’ve got the design of it. I’m still spinning up enough mental energy to actually put those words on the page. In the meantime I’ve been journaling. This one felt especially poignant to me, and relevant here,…
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Context March 22, 2020 – around 11 am EDT. 1 We are in the midst of the Covid-19 pandemic. We get constant updates from the news, from social media, hell, from search engines, about the state of the country, and the world, as humanity tries to figure out how to…
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For me, the change to the new year as noted by the Gregorian calendar is a time when I start to contemplate the year ahead. But I usually don’t get around to more fully analyzing the past year and consider the upcoming year until later in the month,on my birthday.…
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Part 2 1 2019 One good thing that came out of my unexpected change in my career trajectory, I got back into writing, and I’m talking actual words on page, not writing-adjacent activities. In November of 2018 I had started a novel for NaNo WriMo. With an understanding that I…
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Dear John, A dreaded phrase representing the end of a relationship. The realization from one party that what had been built to bind two together was now untenable. There is so much wrapped up in that phrase, a sense of loss, of disappointment, and in some cases, betrayal. Dear George,…