Luncheon With the Future Mrs. You Bastard

In one of the more misguided social-distancing efforts, tables have been removed from the break room, and chairs have been removed from the tables that are left. That would be all fine and good, but the truth of the matter is that it forces people to sit together (even when they wouldn’t have, before) and

The Social Event of the Pandemic

I went to the grocery store today. It was a big occasion. My first standalone grocery store trip since the beginning of the pandemic. Usually, I get groceries after work. Not today. Today, the refrigerator hit zero, and I was forced to make a special trip. You know. A trip where I get up, and

Online Writers’ Conferences: My Writing Community Wish List

One of the big things I’m hoping will come out of the pandemic and self-isolation is more internet-based writing conferences and book events. People have certainly tried to build writers’ conferences in Nebraska… but they never seem to take. The Nebraska Summer Writers’ Conference had a good run, but it’s been on hiatus for a

Getting Out of the House, Pandemic Style

There’s no anticipation quite so tedious as waiting for a package as it crosses the United States. Sometimes, I could swear the United Parcel Service is mocking me. “Your package left Bethesda, Maryland at 2:46 PM on Tuesday. Now, it’s in Alaska.” I am… eventually… getting a new sleeping bag. It’s a warm-weather bag somewhere

Bullet journal bookmark-schedule

Bullet Journal: Daily Routines and Long-Term Goals

Bullet journal or not, I’ve always had problems with the shift in schedule between the days I work, and the days I don’t. Now that I can’t go out on weekends or after work, it’s even worse. Yup. There’s something about looking at a clock that says “ass crack of dawn” and actually getting up

Smoke and Virus Patrol

It is spring, and the farmers in Kansas are burning their fields. Air quality advisories for miles around, half way across all the neighboring states. Dry coughs all around. How do you tell an old lady she smells? It’s bad every year, and worse, now that every cough and tickle foreshadows a lingering painful death.

IWSG: The Plague Rat Writing World

April 1 question – The IWSG’s focus is on our writers. Each month, from all over the globe, we are a united group sharing our insecurities, our troubles, and our pain. So, in this time when our world is in crisis with the covid-19 pandemic, our optional question this month is: how are things in

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