Day Three #3DayNovel

Yikes! Is that 8:22 already? Foggy day to go with my brain. It's been days of sitting, dwelling in my head, I still have miles to go before the story ends, and my fingers just aren't fast enough to get them all in. Haven't had a decent meal except for dinner the last two days…

Doin’ Drugs… Part 1

There's something about making a home pumpkin latte that makes me feel ever so slightly illegal. First, you gotta get the stuff. And it has to be good stuff, Fair Trade Certified, Organic - in this case, Annapolis Valley Pumpkin Spice. Then you need to grind it, fresh, until it screams for mercy and releases…

Nanowriwon’t, or how my life conspires to prevent me from writing…

Okay, it’s morning. I’m awake, perky, eager for the writing demons to take over my head and heart and fingertips and maybe even help me type without the need for constant correction. It works best if I don’t look at what I’m typing, so I can’t see the wiggly red lines under everything. Why, oh…

The ceremony of tea

Every once and awhile I get into this pattern of slurping cups and cups of coffee, ignoring the growing headache that starts in the back of my head and  creeps gradually forward, adding an ache in my gut, adding irritability as it creeps ever forwards to my frontal lobes. It starts small, and I don't…