Trash Day

Yesterday , I deleted over 500 beloved words. Not fun. I didn’t grow as a writer. It didn’t correct a story flaw or lower the word count to fall in line with a market’s specification. They just didn’t belong. Simple as that. Simple, but not easy. I don’t know why deleting my work is such…

Yet Another Con

  Last weekend, I attended my second convention of the summer. Oh my heart, Fourth Street Fantasy replenishes me. The programming is writing-angled, but very meta. There’s tips and best practices in some of the discussion, but for the most part it’s “let’s unpack a subject and teach ourselves to ask enough of the right…

Rejuvenated And It Feels So Good

Went to Booklover’s Convention (#BLC19) with Sarah Bella a couple of weeks ago. Went into the trip totally exhausted, like zero sleep for 36 hours beforehand. Just trying to get shit handled before leaving for a week.   Is that a thing for everyone? Doing way more work before and after a trip to keep…

Forwent the Internet

I haven’t seen Endgame yet! Omg. NO SPOILERS. I see spoilers everywhere; they don’t even know they’re spoilers. And so, I have been avoiding the internet. The plan began with avoiding social media; nerdy friends can’t be trusted to contain their glee. Then CNN had to get chatty about the movie because I guess our…

Inspiration in the Odd Bits of Life.

I like paint samples. Such pristine little squares of lusciously soft or boldly sassy color. Even better than their prettiness is their names. They’re a master class in the evocative. Anniversary Platinum and Headsmans Axe may both be gray, but they hold different intentions, implications and possibilities.   The names remind me that stories need…

The Power of Down Time

Last Thursday, I fucked off to a 4-day writing retreat with Sarah Bella. Four lovely days, holed up in a lux hotel, writing, talking writing, drinking coffee and wine at all hours, hitting my steps goals, reward-based shopping. NOT vomiting from stress. Divine, over and over again.   Because I fret over everything, and have…

The Power of Down Time

Two weeks ago, I fucked off to a 4-day writing retreat with Sarah Bella. Four lovely days, holed up in a lux hotel, writing, talking writing, drinking coffee and wine at all hours, hitting my steps goals, reward-based shopping. NOT vomiting from stress. Divine, over and over again.   Because I fret over everything, and…

What’s Working This Week

When the weather goes bad, my day job takes all my time. No early morning writing sessions at the coffee shop. I’m on someone else’s clock from 4a.m. on. And on, and on. 7pm some nights. Barely time to sleep, eat a decent meal, and launder underwear on that schedule.   So, writing and other…

Crunched By Time

Feels like I have no time for anything lately, and I’m batty because of it. I hate living life on the superficial level, skating through and skimming over. Being consistently late to everything. Consuming at least one meal behind the steering wheel, substituting coffee and B-6 for sleep, watercooler chit-chat for following the news and…

This Baptism Needs a Swordfight

Ah, January in Minnesota. Hardly any degrees outside, and sunlight for approximately eight minutes a day. The Christmas candy is gone, and my laptop is on the fritz. All the books I received for Christmas are Serious Business Indeed™ and while someday I will be nose-deep and not-to-be-disturbed into a history of the Ukraine. These…