O is for Owning Your Website

As part of the A-to-Z Challenge, I’ve been on other people’s websites a lot, since the beginning of April.  These are personal websites. Artful websites. They are websites that are loved. Every single one of them. So, I’m going to grab a bullhorn, get up on a soapbox, and talk about owning your website. Because I

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

L is for Laughter

I thought about making this post about Lepterians–one of the two main cultures from my Science-Fiction-y thing–but then I thought better of it. After all, A-to-Z is about community building and creative exploration, and certainly not about siphoning off readers for my own petty gain. (oopsy!) So, I’m making this post about laughter. And I’m going

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

E is for Effort and Expectations

  Welcome! Today is the first double-dip day of the month, with Insecure Writer’s Support Group and the letter E in the A-t0-Z Challenge falling on the same day. And as it turns out, I have just enough E-type insecurities to make it work. I’ve reached the point that Effort is a big issue for

D is for Doubt

You know that “artist”? The one who sings, or paints, or writes, or… dances? Whatever. The one who makes everyone cringe, because everybody in the room—except the artist–knows how awful, and untalented she is? No one ever says anything, because “the artist” is so enthusiastic, and so earnest, and so committed. No one wants to break her heart.

C is for C– uh-oh.. C– oh, my… Cussing

Cussing. No, I promised. No adult language. But Cussing is a C-word for which I have more than a little talent. I like the intensifiers and the transitive verbs. I like the broken-glass window into the culture in question. My immigrant great-grandfather–who was a liar, by the way–insisted that there were no dirty words in his

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