Moist

Words - I love them. I even love the great huge portmanteau words (a la Alice in Wonderland) that carry loads of meanings between their consonants. I am gently mocked by friends and stared at by strangers when my three-syllable ones tumble out instead of shorter, clearer phrases. It's my sloppy brain filing system. I reach…

Writing my life, or why is it no one speaks to me anymore?

I'm having challenges lately.  You see, it's coming up to 3-Day Novel time and I haven't the slightest whisper of a plot line, and yet, come Labour Day weekend, I have to churn out a sizeable novel of 120 pages or so and it has to be a complete story and all that and also…