That Cat is an Asshole
No Flashback or Flashforward today. I feel like talking about the large gauge across my face. My cat is an asshole. To be honest, most cat owners know that cats are completely capable of being assholes. It’s second nature to Read More…
Invaluability because I say so
My husband and I were having a conversation about—well, it started off about critique groups. I was explaining how lucky I am to have found two AMAZING writers and editors that form my critique group. Just absolutely amazing people. The Read More…
DiNozzo says, “No!”
The last four days I spent at the PNWA Writers’ Conference, where my friend and critique group member, Gayle Clemans, had 6 different agents ask for her manuscript (which in the publishing world, is awesome). Between the ‘too busy to Read More…
Styrofoam Cats
At this point in the summer, I think most people have seen what is being dubbed as the “poor man’s A/C” or even the “redneck A/C” depending on where you live. As someone who grew up in the south, I Read More…
Hatch vs. Hatchet
Taking a break from Flashback Friday today to tell you a funny story about occasional stupidity. 😉 Note the two words below and their definitions (Hatch vs. Hatchet) You’d think that being 36, a writer, and a very voracious reader Read More…
Deadlines & the Waiting Game
There is nothing better than a deadline to spur a writer into a mad panicked dash towards the finish line. One deadline approaches–like a stampede of buffalo–and as such, I can’t tell which will happen first: my heart leaping out Read More…
Boogerface, Boogerface
Several people have wanted an update on DiNozzo, our kitty having seizures. His MRI and spinal tap were clear, which is good because it means he doesn’t have cancer or something equally horrific. On the other hand, we don’t know Read More…
My Real Job as Cat Herder
I started this post with the intention to say, let’s be frank as in let’s be honest, but then…cat. So let’s be DiNozzo, here. According to my cats, I am not a writer. My real job is a cat herder. Read More…
“It must be nice not having to work…”
In the 17 months since I retired teaching to write full-time, I’ve heard that sentence from more people than I care to mention. Some of them friends and family. Some of them people who want to be writers. The other Read More…
Momentary Derpiness
The following conversation took place this morning as I was driving my husband to his work in SLU, and boy did it prove just how asleep my mind was! It was a conversation worthy of the Bloggess herself: Husband: You Read More…
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