The heat, the humidity, or how big can my hair get?


I’m at the end of my tether. It’s so humid here every bit of my furniture is soggy. The boxes I’ve already packed for my move are looking saggy. And the cat is three times his normal size. I love the Maritimes. I love the smell of the sea, the ships going by, the feel…

Being Seen (and read) or where the heck did that chin hair come from?


Well, it's out in the wilds. The ebook version is launching on Saturday. The book. My book. By me. All alone. It all seems such a small story, so meaningless. I mean, I like it, but I am having trouble dealing with the thought of my friends reading it and then having to make a…

Indecision…


"The problem," says Elizabeth Gilbert, "...is that we cannot choose everything simultaneously. So we live in danger of becoming paralyzed by indecision, terrified that every choice might be the wrong choice."   But then, Neil Gaiman (a person I gush over regularly, unlike Elizabeth Gilbert, who, though okay, is given to bromides) says: "Face your…

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…

FREAKING OUT


Well, that has to be said in all caps. no? I am scurrying about mentally. What the Buddhists say about "monkey mind" - well, I'm waaaaay past that. I am German Tanzmaus scurrying... https://youtu.be/hmMfAvxyBh4 We saw these guys in a pet store in Germany and they actually never stop. I figure I have about three of…

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…

Thats it, I’m done.


I can't do it anymore. I took a break, I tried again, I hated every minute.  I've spent I don't know how many dollars and hours taking writing courses over the years. I took them to learn the trade, to force the inspiration, to try to get closer to some real, for life publication.  I've…

Writing resistance


So, I've just realized a project I thought was nearly done is in fact, only halfway there. It's too short. It's 24,000 words. It should be 35-40,000. I could weep. I'm tempted to send it around as a novella and hope it gets published that way. But I'm also tempted to rewrite the entire thing…

Families, or what would we write about without them?


Saw a mini-van today with a partial stick-figure family on the back - just the dad and the son. The mom and another child had obviously been peeled off (in a fit of pique? In sorrow? In rage?). So I wondered. What happened to the other figures (there might even have been a dog there,…

Missing writing…


I've been taking a holiday from writing of late. It all started with my knee surgery and recovery - then my life was so focused on pain management (knee replacements are not for the shy of pain, and two at once made it quite an intensive focus for a time) and then the resultant MS…