Alone, so very alone


It's hard not to love Despair.com, especially in these times of comprehensive aloneness.  They hit the nail right on the head.  A few years ago they had another Demotivator that had a picture of a broken chain, with the title Dysfunction - which plays a lot in my head these days, lemme tell you, as I perch…

Oh, Mr. Neville…


One of the blessings of my enforced by MS flare-up idleness is that I have been able to plunge myself into a myriad of books, to wallow in lives not my own, to lay on my patented "chaise short" (an antique chaise with the merit of being less than 5 feet long and thus fitting…

Nanowrimo, or why it’s a darn good thing I’m an introvert


Ah, blissful solitude. Solitude with the sounds of silence or rock and roll or even really old-time gospel music, while my fingers make strange movements and my brain creates a world in my head. It's a strange thing I spend most of my time doing - creating. Either I am wrestling with tiny bits of…

Going to ground


Time is creeping on....I've made a vow to myself to tie myself into writing for the next several months, stay focused, try to avoid distractions. I've signed up for a high intensity writing course and I want to devote the amount of effort needed to get good results and not waste my or my mentor's…

Fresh sheets….


I spoil myself, I truly do. Within reason, of course.... Sleep is so so very important to me. Maybe it was the years of shift work as a nurse? Maybe the years of child rearing? Maybe the twitches of MS and all that jazz... But sleep, ooooooh. It's nice. A comfy bed is my happy…

Non-negotiables in relationships…


It's almost the end of February, and I have to say I'm glad - I've been participating in NaBloPoMo on the theme of love and relationships and my friends, reading the posts, call me to ask if I'm okay, check in about my mood, etc. I think they think I am heartbroken - but I'm…

Midnight on a snowy evening…


There's something about midnight on a snowy night. Sounds are muffled, few cars are on the road, the plows have already been by and their flashing lights have spun out across the snow. It's quiet in my suburban apartment. Too quiet. I can hear the ticking of all the clocks in the apartment, the slight…

Settling, or, is it ever worth it?


An old and dear friend of mine just posted on Facebook an analysis of Pride and Prejudice by Joshua Rothman from the New Yorker. It discusses the choice by the plain and undesirable Charlotte to marry the offensive Mr. Collins. The author's perspective is that Charlotte was being extremely sensible, given the time in which…

So, let’s talk about writing despair…


The other day, a good friend asked me, when I was babbling on, yet again, about my challenges with writing, "Who are you are you doing this for?" His implication was that I surely couldn't be doing it for myself, given the amount of struggles I was having with it and the (sigh) ultimate nothing…

Solitude and writing and love and life


Alone time is vital for writers - it's very difficult to hold a conversation while writing emails even, and when deep inside a character, it's almost impossible. I apologize in advance for being rude to people who interrupt when I am working with my wobbly muse. They never know how they will find me. I…