Ghosts of the Past

I'm long overdue for a wrap-up of my ghost trip. I've been putting it off for some reason. It's not that I've been waiting on photos - I had those processed and uploaded the day after I made it home. Not waiting for mental processing, either - I do all my thinking on the road, and haven't really...

Trust Everyone

I just had to get "Trust No One" off as the first post (especially since it's been there for nearly a year)! But seriously, that's closer to my feelings today. I just got back from an annual volunteer trip up to Bolinas, where I co-run a weekend workshop for teen girls aimed at redefining beauty. We...

#notwriting

Oh, I had good intentions today. I woke up before seven, ready to jump into the blank page. But since I woke up so early, I decided there was time for a bath. Then, after the bath, I had to make tea. Then, I began my pre-writing ritual of clearing out my rss reader, and...

Not totally in the mood for love

Late last year, I was coerced seduced invited to become a volunteer Board member for my local Romance Writers of America chapter. It was a pretty doggone good choice; SFA-RWA is a staggeringly fantastic group of strong women writers that I'm thrilled to be a part of. Though I'm a genre-jumper at heart (and will...

In my library

I stumbled upon this post on journal writing prompts the other day, and one of them caught my eye. "Name a totally useless possession and how you came to acquire it." My first thought was, jeez, how do I choose? I've toned it down over the years, since I stopped working retail book shops and...

The En

I am truly awful at finishing. It's not that my stories get lost and wander out of control, with no idea of how to bring them home. Except for one sad attempt at a mystery that turned into a ghost story and wandered off into the heavens, I can generally see the end, and the...

And the craziness continues…

Stupid life. It keeps running on without me, and I'm getting a bit tired of it. Usually I get upset by the way the craziness interferes with my social life. You know; canceling pub quiz, falling behind in my apocalyptic book club, letting that Netflix disc of West Wing languish in the corner. It's rare...

In the place for writing

Well, it's officially no longer Halloween. The decorations came down yesterday, so I guess I should knock the blog post down a spot or two. I'm just so reluctant to see it go! Largely because I know that as soon as Halloween is over, NaNoWriMo begins. I know, yay. It's something I always look forward...

Party Down

I'm celebrating today. I cracked open some prosecco, and I'm celebrating. I don't actually have much to celebrate; I was monumentally lazy today, doing none of the fun ditching work things I planned, missing the St. Stupid's Day Parade, and, even more heartbreaking, the "bring a can, get in free" day at ACT that I...

Staring at a blue screen

Good lord, I'm tired. Leaving work at 3 today helped, but I've just got a backlog of exhaustion stored up. I've been working weekends, 12-hour days, all while chasing after, in a writerly fashion, the almighty buck. It's glorious to be paid to write. It's also bloody awful. Last night I collapsed on my bed...