I twirl the ring on my right hand. I used to study my grandmother’s wedding ring on her left hand, and make wishes on it. These days I wear another ring of hers, and I twirl it when I’m nervous or happy or anything. I twirl it when I need her. And she comes through. When I’m sad, I eat. Most Sunday and Wednesday nights of my childhood were spent at my Nana’s kitchen table with her saying ‘Do you…
On average, how many hours a day do you spend on your blog during the week? (including anything blog related like social media) Probably too many. And also not enough. Trying to streamline it. Spend more time on the tech side than the writing side. Y’know, finding photos, resizing photos, cursing at photos. Adding links to content, copying and pasting those links, cursing at those links. Frankly I get so tired of sprucing shit up that I forget about…
And so, I’ve posted on The Outlier Collective about banned books. Apparently. It’s not my best work. I may have said as much to Madame Weebles. I used other words to convey this message. Of course. It’s basically me going: Banning books is bad, mnkay? Don’t dooo it. (Unless it’s The DaVinci Code.) However. There are a few choice lines. Go see if you can figure out what they are. I’ll wait. I thought I’d share a list of reasons I…
