I have not read a lot of books about writing. I own a lot of them, but aside from Stephen King’s On Writing, I think a majority of them are unread. I may or may…
Browsing Category Writing
2020 Intentions
At some point last week when there were six adults, two dogs, and three cats sleeping under my roof, Sister #2 pointed out how Ben, my brother-in-law, had declared the 2019 holiday season a wash….
This Blog is NINETEEN YEARS OLD Today
One day you’re twenty-eight-year-old young woman sitting in your shitty apartment in Prior Lake smoking cigarettes and tossing HTML For Dummies on the floor and the next you’re a forty-seven-year-old cranky old goat sitting in…
Something to be Smug About
After forty-seven years on this planet I can admit I do not have very much to be smug about. I’m not wildly popular or famous or fashionable or beautiful or sexy or rich or ambitious…
Daisy Jones & The Six: A Book Review in Three Parts
Part I The Tea Ladies are a trio of women I meet up with every few months at the Tea Source in EP to talk about books and TV shows and politics. I don’t like…
My Specific Trigger Words
I’m ankle-deep in Tressie McMillan Cottom’s Thick: And Other Essays, which I am really enjoying despite what I’m going to say next. I AM SO ANNOYED. Or rather I’m annoyed by a handful of paragraphs…
Day 146 of 200: A Frantic 18 Hours
On Day 8 of this 200 project I confessed to being The Goldilocks of Notebooks. However, I didn’t have the word count to explain that how once I found the one that just right, I…
Day 27 of 200: The Making of a Modern Blog Post
First, decide on a topic. When limiting yourself to only 200 words a day chose something you can handle with ease. Today you decide to write about dying on every hill. Second, watch the video…
Day 14 of 200: I Wish I Was Taller, I Wish I Was a Baller
True story: I do not wish I was taller. I’m not even entirely sure what a baller is. . . basketball player? player player? Frequently I’ve wished I was smaller. On a daily basis I…
Day 13 of 200: The Peanut Butter Toast Chronicles
I talked with my friend EM, who lives in Madison, tonight. I bragged to her about how I was blogging again and how I had done it for TWELVE DAYS IN A ROW. I blathered…