So, then, how did I find myself in mid-October. 2022, thinking about posting regularly to my blog again?
Getting Back Into The Groove
Tag: writing
Fish-Boned And Betrayed
I had...not a great day today, kids. I found out that someone I thought of as a friend has been lying to me for some time, apparently, and basically betrayed my trust and the trust of many others I consider my friends. Which, believe it or not, actually makes today's socks kind of perfect. I … Continue reading Fish-Boned And Betrayed
Five Years Later, What Am I Even Doing Anymore? Well, Besides Cookies
Yes, contrary to what you’re probably thinking, I am aware of the elephant in the room. In fact, I’d say this tweet of mine from yesterday fairly well points out that elephant, paints it pink, calls it smelly, and nicknames it “Priscilla”: Someone should put a stop to the tumbleweeds rolling across my blog. Anyone? … Continue reading Five Years Later, What Am I Even Doing Anymore? Well, Besides Cookies
A Haiku For Writing And Revising A Novel
Making words is hardSometimes, I wonder: Why notjust make beer instead?
Puddin’s Got A Brand New Gig
Sometimes I get the feeling deep down in the hard, crystally, freezer-burnt depths of my stinky soul that I’m not being as prolific a blogger as I’d like to be these days. Because the fact of the matter is… HEY! WAIT! Come back! Look, I know you’re about a millisecond away from closing this browser … Continue reading Puddin’s Got A Brand New Gig
A Limerick For Writers Who Let Things, Um, Deteriorate While Focused On A Project
There once was a writer-type guyWho awoke with his desk a pig styToasted crumbs filled the keysAnd with the scent of old cheeseHe got the cleaner and tried not to cry (Yep, I cleaned my desk today. Look! It’s shiny and dust-free! And, yes, that’s really an except from Project Tennyson. But no, I don’t … Continue reading A Limerick For Writers Who Let Things, Um, Deteriorate While Focused On A Project
About That Whole “No Mas Words” Thing
Of course it was an April Fool's Day thing My very precocious five year-old (who still occasionally justifies his original moniker, The Attitude, even if with less frequency these days) tends to become a tad uneasy when he thinks we’re yanking his chain about something. For instance, every time I quip something like, oh, “we’re … Continue reading About That Whole “No Mas Words” Thing
A Gluttonous Reward For Finishing That Thing
What's that gooey pan of deliciousness, you ask? I'll tell you, my friend, it's brownies. A big pan of yummy, just-baked-and-waiting-for-someone-likely-named-Puddin-to-come-embarrass-himself-in-gluttonous-joy, brownies. Err, well, a partial pan of them, anyway. The kids obviously executed their right of first refusal. Still, this guy? This one is all mine. I kidnapped him from his pan buddies and … Continue reading A Gluttonous Reward For Finishing That Thing
Writing really, REALLY is rewriting
If you’re one of the three people that actually keeps track of the progress bar there to the right of the blog, you’re probably wondering why in the name of the unholy new maths Project Tennyson hasn’t advanced in any way, shape, or identifiable form in, like, months. Literally, I think the last time I … Continue reading Writing really, REALLY is rewriting
Excuses, excuses, fish, lizard.
I really should post something interesting for you. I mean, I really want to, too. No time, though. Not this weekend, anyway. I'm knee-deep in the home stretch of revising Project Macaroni. Underwater. In over my head. Up a creek. Down and out. Insert directionally-related idiom here. After this bout of revisions, it goes to … Continue reading Excuses, excuses, fish, lizard.
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