I’ve been thinking a lot about community and what that looks like for someone like me who seldom feels at home in groups of people. For a time in my life, I found community in various fandoms, but as time progressed, they became contentious and clicky and I backed away. For a time, I found
When you ride the same train every day, stand in the same spot to wait for it, you tend to get to know the people who also ride the same train every day and stand in the same line to wait for it. You also get to know the peculiarities of that station’s particular etiquette.
I’ve always dreamed of getting to watch the sunrise over Stonehenge on the Solstice. While I’ve seen Stonehenge, it was closer to the Winter Solstice than the summer version. I’ll admit, summer isn’t my favorite season. The heat and the sun don’t treat my worn out old body kindly. But I do enjoy the sunsets
So, today is International Women’s Day and it makes me wonder what exactly that means and what is the best way to celebrate it? I mean, some of the stuff I’ve read this morning sounds good: we’ve got women walkouts in Spain, shutting down major commute options, we’ve got protests and such all over as
Some days it’s hard to be a writer who has a day job. Inevitably, my muse gets chatty while I’m trying to write some technical instructions or what have you. Today is one of those days. The main character in my blood witch story has been really chatty the last few days and if I
Recently we finished up our second Creativia anthology. Like the first one, all of the writers started with the same prompt, and had about four months to write. This time around, their prompt was “The letter/email/missive/message was ominous, if a little vague in the details. “Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.”” The finished product is
Every weekday morning, I get up, get dressed, and head to the office. My commute, like so many others, consists of a half mile walk, a 40 minute train ride and a half mile walk. Door to door, it’s about an hour or so. When you get to the station, stand in the same spot,
It is still pretty early here in California. I’m in the office of my day job, a job I thoroughly enjoy. The sun is casting golden beams of light in through the blinds and it’s hard to imagine that it is actually December. The mornings have been cold, but by noon most days it’s back
I realized this morning that it’s been a while since I posted here. The reasons are many: the continued issue with the pinched nerve, getting back to work full time, taking on an editing job, plus working on a new anthology, plus two novels currently in progress…all of which means I haven’t really had much
Image by PETEWILL VIA GETTY IMAGES Today, as I was walking to work I was noticing that there were a larger number of homeless than I am accustomed to seeing. All of the “regulars” were around, and I checked in with those I’ve been friendly with, at least by eye contact, as I generally do.