Writer. Dog enthusiast. Velociraptor masquerading as a human female.
I think I'm about ready for August to be over. The fact that it's already November boggles my mind. What did I do with two months worth of time? Where did it all go? I guess I'm writing this to find out in addition to continue my efforts towards accountability (how's that for vague). I... Continue Reading →
[Note: still having difficulty uploading photos. I'll try again in the next few days] I have a special love of crows. I love their intelligence. I love their family dynamics. I love the glossy sheen of their feathers. I love their cry. But let me be a little more specific: when I say crow -... Continue Reading →
I want to recapture the badass I was when I was twelve. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to raise her hand in class when she knew the right answer. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to be an outspoken liberal in a conservative town. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to be feminist, and pagan, and publically weird. Twelve-year-old me... Continue Reading →
[Note: Having trouble uploading the pics for this post. I'll try to add them later] Today is my thirteenth day in Australia. It's the thirteenth of seventy-five days of summer, the thirteenth of seventy-five days to spend with my person, the thirteenth day of waking up and realizing I did it. I left the cozy... Continue Reading →
As soon as I heard that there might be a castle tour organized in conjunction with the 2017 Wrint Excuses Retreat, I knew I had no choice but to go. When else was I going to get the opportunity to travel the German countryside visiting CASTLES in the company of some of my most favorite... Continue Reading →
This year's curriculum on the Writing Excuses felt custom tailored to the problems I've been experiencing in my writing lately. I've been procrastinating badly: Emma Newman talked about Fear and Writing and how procrastination is generally underpinned by fear. I spent a lot of the cruise thinking about my fears and the forms they take... Continue Reading →
We start with fear. Fear of missing the flight. Fear of being stopped at customs and being sent back to the states (Why? I don't know, but my fear can always think of a reason. Maybe it's the bag of airport trailmix I forgot to throw out. Maybe my doppleganger has been muck raking in... Continue Reading →
I didn't really sleep last night. I dozed off at a couple of points - I know this because I had a dream that I was having a really good hair day - but true sleep eluded me. There were many contributing factors to my insomnolant state: the highly caffinated tea I drank late in... Continue Reading →
Over the next few days, I'll recount my experiences before, during, and after the Writing Excuses Retreat on board the Royal Carribean Oasis of the Seas. I'll begin with the flight south. September 16th I look into the eyes of the Man in the Moon. I wonder if he's looking back at me. I've never... Continue Reading →
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