Introverts Are Me

I’m an introvert, and among other things, that means I benefit from several of the American Introvert’s Association’s widely publicized membership perks. For instance, I just paid my phone bill. For the entire year. I have one of those little pre-paid numbers, and I never run out of minutes. Just service days. And data. I

Why I Don’t Write Down My Ideas

I read another one of “those” articles, today. The kind that talks about how to choose which idea you want to use for your next novel. You know the ones–keep a notebook with you all the time. Write down your ideas. Later on, when you have time, or energy, or when you want to go

Did You Ever Know That You’re My…Jim Bowie?

Once upon a time, Jim Bowie was a mortal man, or so the story goes. Since then, he’s become a “folk hero” which means that separating out truth and fiction is a little tough, and mot people don’t really want to do it, in the first place. Make no mistake, I’m talking about the legend,

If I didn’t Want You To Be Happy, I Would Have Married You.

So, today is one of my ex’s birthdays. I haven’t seen him in years, but he was my first real, serious, this-could-end-in-actual-marriage-and-eventual-death boyfriend. Obviously, I was terrified. He, on the other hand, was not terrified. He was full-speed ahead, I have a schedule to keep, and it is time to get married ready. He’s the

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IWSG: My Five-Year Plan

I just fell off a miserable word-count failure of a NaNoWriMo. I hit 14,000. The end. I don’t always do well with Nano. Most of the time, it hits while I’m in the middle of other projects, and dragging myself away doesn’t do much for me. But, every now and then, I get a real,

Yes, I Actually Think I’m Funny…

I just sent in my story for the annual Independent Bookworm Advent Calendar. I decided to go with “funny” this year, because I don’t have much “heartfelt” left in me, right now. And I did manage to find an idea. And it was the kind of idea that I was chuckling over the entire time

Who’s My Main Character?

About a week ago, I started a new project. It’s a cute little thing. About ten pages long, barely talking in complete sentence fragments, yet. I’m also revising my last project, working through what I have, and trying to get it all to sit still in some kind of order. The two projects are very

Writing, Giant Pandas, and Staying Ahead

Between my shitty day job and my writing schedule, I’m an early riser, most of the time. It’s a little past three in the morning, right now, and my white noise machine hasn’t gone off, yet. Today, I’m writing the blog post I forgot about yesterday. Oops. Even so, I don’t usually think of mornings

September Goals

I keep seeing goals posts coming in on my reader. It seemed like a good idea, so I stole it. Not like I’m not planning ahead, anyway. Might as well make it public. Writing Goals ¬†I need a new project to work on RIGHT NOW.¬†Something to get me out of treading water with the projects

Writing as Real Life

Someone asked me if I was married, the other day… if I have kids… the usual small talk from someone I’d just met. She showed me pictures of her husband, her kid (he was pretending to be a Box Troll. I still haven’t looked up Box Trolls.) And I told her that I’m not much

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