Glitches and Gloom

All said and done, this was not the most amusing computer glitch I’ve ever seen in my life. I haven’t published any posts, yet?  I don’t know what caused it–maybe a little bit of a slow connection, somewhere–but the first time I saw it, I think my blood pressure spiked. And then, it went away.

Help! Real People are Sitting on my Muse!

There’s something about bad news that brings out the opinions. People you’ve heard from twice in the last five years are suddenly front and center, telling you everything you’re doing wrong, how you could do it better, and how they could do it best of all. Hell, no! They’re not in my creative space. Most

Y is for Yes!

Yes! As in, I don’t have to scour the dictionary for words that begin with Y. Yes is a perfectly good word, and one I’m really over using, right now. Probably a lot too much yes in my life–especially at work–and not nearly enough “Up your–” uhm… politely worded “NO.” And I’m feeling the weight

R is for Repetition and Results

We’re getting on toward the end of the A-to-Z Challenge–only nine more letters to go–and I’ve done well with it. It’s April, and I’ve already gotten more traffic than I did during all of last year. I want to keep the habits I’ve started to build up here. I want to get to the end

N is for Names… Not that I have any.

I knew this had to be my topic, as soon as I saw some of the other posts people are doing on the topic. Names are a special kind of torment for me. I will fixate on just about any kind of name. I can’t name a minor character, much less a book, without obsessing

K is for Kissing… and stuff.

There were a lot of great words today. Kindness and Knowledge and all sorts of things with maturity and depth. There’s wisdom and life lessons out there on other people’s blogs. Unfortunately for you, I just got off the phone with my sister, and that pretty much took us both back to junior high, and I’m

I is for Impostor Syndrome

I’ve been having strange dreams lately. You know those weird, recurring, not-quite-nightmares that linger? This is the one where you’re some place. Somewhere you want to be, and you can see in, but somehow, no matter what you do,  you can’t find your way inside. There are variations, of course, but that’s the basic idea. You

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