Typing In Delirium

So, I spent the day typing, and I’m adding that to the list of skills I really do feel the perfect man ought to have…. along with being able to instinctively figure out my revision flow chart (including the parts where I failed to put in arrows) and read my handwriting… and while we’re at

Pushing Onward

I’m getting close to the end of my revision. Countdown the pages close. I can taste it close. And along with that comes the temptation to stay up all night, work until dawn, and get the damn thing finished. I want to be done. I want to get on with filling in the blanks, and

So, What About Them Goats?

One of the benefits of living in a small town is that whatever you’re going through, the voice of experience is just a few phone calls away. What did you do when your goats escaped? So, how was chemo, really? and the ever popular… what are we going to do about the kids? You just

Daylight Savings Time Killed My Muse

Today was the spring-forward part of the Daylight Savings Time two-step, and I lost an hour of perfectly good sleep. I can’t say shifting clocks twice a year is all that good for me. I didn’t get a whole lot done before work, and it doesn’t look as though I’m going to get all that

To Swear or Not to Swear…

For some reason, a co-worker started singing the Fun Day at the Zoo song. Probably just her way to prove that we have no standards whatsoever. There are multiple versions, of course, but essentially, they’re all obscene. In her defense, she’s actually a pretty good singer. Early 21st Century American Lyric Poetry at its best.

About That Book: The Gods, Themselves

**spoilers** I finished The Gods, Themselves today. It was one of the faster books on the list, and I enjoyed it, but I’m still processing that ending. Was that cheating, or not? I expected something very different, and maybe that’s why the “and everybody lives” ending seemed like a dodge. I suppose there’s no reason

What is it, anyway?

So, what would you call an erotica novel that… uhm… never really gets erotic? Women’s fiction? Literary fiction? I’m asking for a friend. Well, no. I have exactly that on my hard drive. It has just enough of a plot that it might qualify as romance. Definitely not science fiction or fantasy. Genres interest me

Juggling Time

I work a ridiculously early shift, so I don’t have the closest relationship with time. I have trouble, for instance, convincing myself that sleeping until four in the morning is “sleeping in”,  and I have just as much trouble convincing myself that working until ten in the morning on my days off is an actual,

IWSG: Celebrating a Writing Victory

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds! Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Post

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