I’m writing to explain why I did not submit my story for your esteemed competition. It’s because I suck. And because I have a toddler. And because the story has only one line. ‘Whose idea was this?’ Well, mine. And I was very excited about it. Until the week I had to write the story was the one week my husband had to work in his city office. Which meant he wasn’t here to ply me with White Russians until…
And so, I just got my assignment for NYC Midnight’s Short Story Challenge. And we have: Comedy. Cooking Show. Paramedic. Apparently. I’ve been waiting impatiently for these writing orders. Our internet connection is rather slow up here. And then there’s that annoying time-zone issue, so the assignments were out a bunch of hours before I made Neil read mine. I make him read my important stuff first, because husbands have all the power, I really am a giant wuss. About…
Before I moved in with Neil, I lived in six apartments over five years. Several of my landlords used my rent to pay for ski trips instead of their mortgages. Because that’s a thing. Anyway, there was legal stuff that had nothing to do with me. Except I had to move a lot, and with each new place I unpacked less and less. When Neil and I met, I was down to my cat and my bookshelves. He bought me…
Part of the re-vamp of this blog will be me participating more regularly in memes, blog-hops and other social blogging projects that I like/make sense to me/want to share with others. One of those such things is Top Ten Tuesday from The Broke and The Bookish. Today’s list is Resolutions for 2016. I prefer the term goals. Let’s call them goals. See, they’re trees, um, goals. And here they are with nifty categories. Writing Start/continue the journal/letters to Isla and…
I’ve decided I’m still a writer. I need to write more, but I’m still a writer. I have lots of notebooks. Some are even full. I also have a husband whose nicknames don’t stick, and a daughter who has too many. I have CP and a sporty wheelchair which I love, even if my post-baby hips are too big for it these days. I don’t know where I’m from. New York, by way of Dallas and the Highlands. And Glasgow.…
