Okay… I remember replying to one of the Yarn Harlot’s blogs about writing with the idea that writing was like ripping your brains inside out through your ears, tenderized forever, then thrown on a barbecue to be dissected, sampled, and bitterly critiqued by the mean judge on Top Chef. If that’s true, then editing is… Read More

Seriously–I was going to do this angst-filled middle-aged return to teen mother/daughter dysfunction (my mother, not my daughter) and then I saw the deal saying “outage at 11:00” and suddenly I was posting without rhyme nor reason. Pavlov had nothin’ on the internet, I’m telling you… About the mother/daughter dysfunction (without the angst…) I’ll make… Read More

Okay…so Needletart told me to ‘go out and imagine something fun’… and I almost shot back, “I don’t need to–my mom’s taking the kids on Saturday night!” But then I thought, ‘Mmmm…better not…Fate IS the only cosmic force with a tragic sense of humor, right?’ (Thank you Kenneth Brannagh for the quote, btw…) Ugh…I hate… Read More

OKay– Mostly it was a totally shit day, all things considered… I don’t want to go into it…it started with babies who didn’t want to leave me, and then I got to school and felt stupid, inadequate and detrimental to the mental health and well being of the students I love (most of them…there are… Read More

To my fellow co-workers… You see, the thing is, all the men were talking. I tried to talk once, and I got shouted down, and so I picked up my sock and zoned out and watched the clock click off twenty minutes between the time I got shouted down and the time the men in… Read More

Maybe 3…. (You probably can’t see, since the picture was taken at night, but the buttons on the hoodie are fish…love fish!)

I’ve got almost the whole first quarter of the book done w/the first edit–it’s kind of fun going back and seeing the beginnings and realizing “Hey–I DID have plan…” The only negative is the same negative I have at the end of any book. No more words… just a big, tranquil, sleeping blank space where… Read More

I’m done. I didn’t do the monkey, actually. I sobbed quietly in the kitchen for a good ten minutes–it’s that kind of ending. (Romancing the Stone, anyone? Except I at least had toilet paper.) Anyway, I’m 75 pages into the first edit–and for the record? 715 (+ or – a few pages as I edit…)… Read More

Not that it’s a real milestone, but if you count my old blog (and I do, since I only changed addresses because the shitstuffers in my AP class were making nasty comments that I had to edit out…) but today marks my 250’th post. I’m sure there’s a grammar nazi out there who will point… Read More

I saw the yarn harlot’s post yesterday (and, might I add, DAMN apple for hiding the darned link key) and it was about how she just powers on through the end of a book or a project and gets it done. An admirable way of approaching things–I love her for it. (That and for her… Read More