The Young Lady’s Guide to Revision: How Much Necrophilia is TOO MUCH?

At this very moment, somewhere in the  universe, an anthropologist is waking up in a haze, trying to figure out exactly what he did last night. The only clues are a now-empty sarcophagus in the laboratory and a half-remembered dream that was… not entirely unpleasant. Now, to be honest, I find this hilarious. And, since

IWSG: The Picture Book That Found Me

The awesome co-hosts for the August 5 posting of the IWSG are Susan Baury Rouchard, Nancy Gideon, Jennifer Lane, Jennifer Hawes, Chemist Ken, and Chrys Fey! August 5 question – Quote: “Although I have written a short story collection, the form found me and not the other way around. Don’t write short stories, novels or

Getting From Point A to Point B

One of my biggest When I Get To It dreams is to take this pile of manuscript, note cards, notebooks, pens, paper, and post-its, and make the whole thing mobile. Not thru-hiking the Appalachian Trail mobile. Just… leaving my kitchen table mobile. I want to take my things–all this, and a pair of scissors, a

Revising And the Big Questions

It is nearly August, and I am a disappointment to my Fitbit, and an embarrassment to my revision. Exactly what have I been doing with my time? Heck if I know. Turning the character who dies into an actual, on-screen character instead of someone who’s just referred to by others. Contemplating whether the whole thing

July 2020 Storytime Blog Hop

What They Wanted The aliens came. For a while, it looked like they were going to stay. Some people thought the world was ending, and others thought that the age of miracles had begun. Visitors from space, or invaders from space. Conquerors or saviors? The aliens came, and then… one day, they were gone. Some

On Scrotum Frogs and Authority

I read one of those articles today. And yes, it’s about scrotum frogs… which just happen to live in Lake Titicaca… But not being a twelve year old boy, I’ll have you know I clicked on that link out of sincere concern for the environment and an endangered species–which, yes, does happen to be named

Save the Weather Reporters!

In a new low for meteorologists everywhere, my weather app just asked me if it’s raining. I’m not complaining. I’ve always been on Team Stick Your Hand Out The Window To See if It’s Raining. I’m a little concerned about the weather man’s self-esteem, though. Covid has taken a toll, if he’s gone from “It’s

Just Hanging Around

I spent a couple of hours yesterday lying in a hammock, listening to a book on tape. It was sunny and warm, and to be honest, it may be the most relaxing thing I’ve done in a long time. The hammock has bug netting, so I can enjoy the outdoors without stinky chemicals, and without

Plague Diaries Part 1

I’m the health-screening person at work. No medical training required. Ask the questions, take the temperature. It amounts to a few minutes of work at the top of the hour, when people are coming in, and then a whole lot of downtime while I wait for stragglers and maintain company standards. It’s not a difficult

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