And so, I was writing to a deadline last week. And by last week, I mean I started writing at 7pm on Saturday and was still writing at 3.30 am on Sunday morning. I went up for NYC Midnight again this year, and this time I even liked my writing prompt. My writing week stretched before me like sun in The Bahamas. Hint: I’ve never actually been to The Bahamas. But I have written short stories before. Not a lot…
OK, so. You know when you’re in holiday mode and every day feels like a Sunday? You’re craving a piece of fruit, but you have a whole bag of Skittles instead? Your clothes are tight for no good reason, you’re getting back to your routine, and you’re feeling a little depressed? Hi. Who’s with me? Happy New Year. I previously declared that 2019 will be the year of Shenanigans. That’s still true, but it’s also the week of candy, and…
Last week, Isla and I went to pick out our Christmas tree and sat in the car while my Dad played Clark Griswold and he and Anne fought over knots tying their tree and our tree to the roof. Over this one, over here, clap your hands, make a wish. Apparently, it is a military exercise, and it does have to be that complicated. I insisted on a fat tree, which I got. But it might be too big for…
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you it’s been a minute since I last posted, and I’d thank you for thinking it’s because I finished my NaNo novel. I did not. Again. Congratulations to everyone who got winner badges and I’ll just be over here reminding the rest of us that novels aren’t just for November. If we were having coffee I’d say that in an effort to actually break a bad habit, my Christmas shopping is half done.…
