I talk to my mother on the phone once a week. She always starts the conversation/answering machine message with: Hi, it’s Mom. Like I wouldn’t know it was her. I’d swear even the ring sounds different when she’s on the other end of the line. My mother really does have the strongest Long Island accent you could imagine. Actually, think of one and then multiply it by ten. You might then have idea what my mother sounds like. And for…
And so, my current NaNo effort has turned bleak and predictable. Even if I do say so myself. There is a Plan B, and I like it. Remember when I said I had trouble finishing things? (NaNo is a perfect example. However, moving on.) I am going to write one short story a day until the end of November. And they will all have endings, I tell you. If the word-count of my collective stories reaches 50K, I will consider…
I hit Publish on Tuesday’s post, and then had coffee and noodles, while sitting at my desk and dealing with more official stuff. I was addressing envelopes and slurping my lunch when I looked up and noticed my post had been Freshly Pressed. One particular noodle might have been so shocked that it jumped ship off the fork and landed in my coffee. Just maybe. I won’t go all Sally Field on you, but I will say that I genuinely…
