Since Sarge and I decided to have our wedding invitations printed, the next question is: What awesome and entirely appropriate quotes will we include on the invitations? Last night at the pub I may have said, ‘I’ll arm-wrestle you for that one.’ And now I can’t remember which one was on the block. Anyway, I thought I’d share some words on love that we both love: “Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives…
As I admitted in a previous post, I fried my laptop. Again. I was all ready to cash in my coffee insurance, and was even a little proud of myself that I managed to do THE EXACT SAME THING a second time. I was racking up crazy writer points. To go with my Post-It notes and pens and frizzy hair. Or something. I had come to terms with the fact that my machine would stay fried, again. I might have…
Remember when I said I couldn’t write in clutter? Well, I’ll add to it. I now believe the people who tell you not to write on a computer connected to the Internet. Because writing doesn’t happen. Facebook happens. I used to say I couldn’t write without music on, either. Now when music is on, I can’t hear myself. I get so caught up in the next song, and then the next one, I forget the next word and then they…
I have a confession to make. I hear voices in my head. The voices of characters who don’t know where they’re going because I haven’t finished their stories on the page. I’m responsible for the identity crises of thousands. I get several fake shrink bills in the mail every week. One girl in particular has been stuck in the bathroom for about four months. She’s angry. She was other places to go. Trust me, we’ve had words. My problem (?)…
