Since the beginning of the month—well, more precisely since I wrote this post—I’ve been plague by the question titling this post. Should I or should I not fling myself out of the proverbial perfectly good airplane without a parachute on Friday with all my other lemming friends? That is, should I take off my helmet … Continue reading To NaNo, or not to NaNo?
It typically happens three, four times a year, maybe. It's not frequent. But sometimes, just every so often, I unintentionally cover myself in such a dark, grumpy, curmudgeonly cloud that Ebenezer Scrooge himself would raise an (excessively bushy) eyebrow at me and say, "Damn, who dropped the fire ants down his skirt?" The Puddinette and … Continue reading Rising from the ashes of your own angst
I found a penny on the ground this morning. A "heads up" penny, actually. That's the lucky kind, right? At 38 years old (39 in 11 days), you'd think I might be immune to that kind—or really, any kind—of school-yard superstition. Turns out I'm not. Which makes me wonder, what's next? Hoarding horseshoes or stalking … Continue reading I think I’m over-thinking this querying for a literary agent