Sometimes I ask you guys what you’d like to read more about around here. And sometimes you tell me. A frequent request is more about my every day life as a wheelchair-user. Hi. I can do that. And so, during my recent assessment for a new wheelchair I figured out that I’ve had my current chair for going on 14 years. I thought it was 16, but we all know Math isn’t my thing. Anyway, that’s a long time. Too…
Dear Frustrated Writer, I see you. I get you. I am you. And if I’m not you, I miss reading your words. You want to write. But you’re too busy, too stressed. There aren’t enough hours in the day. And oh look, Netflix. You got a rejection letter. You suck at this (you don’t, though). You’re writing at the edge of your desk. You don’t even have a desk. You write on your lap. On the bus. When your kid…
And so, how’s your writing going? Mine, well, is kinda working. Stick with me. I recently declared I’m writing nonfiction essays for NaNoWriMo. My best friend who is my husband is very excited about this. A writing project I might actually finish. We went out for dinner and stargazing and listening to the first music mix he gave me after our first date. We set out some writing rules for the month: I get the office at night. If I…
NaNoWriMo really is my favorite time of year. I woke up and declared my writing project. My idea to write 50,000 words in the month of November. National Novel Writing Month. And this year, I have a PLAN. How about you? Let’s be NaNoWriMo writing buddies. In order to get in the writing zone, I wanted to share this survey as a way to focus. NaNoWriMo tag questions from Natalia Leigh. 1. How many times have you participated in NaNoWriMo?…
So, in my last post, I kinda-sorta-maybe pledged five posts a week this week. Yeah, not so much. For a few reasons: Mustard Sandwiches Isla is off school for two weeks, and she’s in the ‘let’s eat mustard sandwiches’ stage of development. She was very proud of herself when she made her own sandwich on Monday. I kinda freaked out when the only thing she put in there was mustard. I was convinced she’d rip her stomach up and get…
