We, here in the US, are barreling into the holiday season with a pandemic and a recession riding shotgun. Or maybe they’re driving and we’re just along for the ride. Either way, it feels like death is hovering over what is meant to be a festive time with family and friends. I’m not the biggest
There are times when even an introvert agoraphobe needs some human connection, even if that comes in the form of socially distanced socializing. Yesterday I went up to my mother’s house for some of that human connection, and for an exchange of money for a monitor and home baked bread for some peppers harvested from
A lot of people have complicated relationships with their fathers, and I think current political and health matters probably don’t really help in that arena. I have LGBTQ+ friends whose fathers have thrown them away, disowned them, told them to never come back. I have friends who had abusive fathers, drug addict fathers, fathers who
It’s another early Saturday morning, so of course that means I’m writing while I drink my Death Wish coffee, except when a certain kitty comes and demands cuddles. Cuddles trump everything. I spent a good chunk of yesterday doing neglected housework, and there’s a bunch more of it to do, but not today. I have
It’s Friday the 13th, which honestly is a day I love, and not only because I was born on one. I’ll be honest, most superstitions strike me as odd, but they tell us a lot about who we are, or who we came from. The roots of such superstitions can be illuminating, and they illustrate
As a writer, I look at every experience as an opportunity to learn human behavior, to observe from the sidelines as the world goes on around me. I mean, sure I get frustrated and even angry with things, but even then a part of my brain is taking in the color and cataloging characters in
So, November was an interesting month. I chose to focus on The Blood Witch for NaNoWrMo, dedicated my morning makeup routine time to writing, and spent at least four hours every Saturday and Sunday writing. On November 29th, I hit 50K and breathed a sigh of relief. I’m really fond of a lot of what
Yesterday was a momentous day in the land of The Blood Witch as I got across the 40K words mark. I had hoped to be further along, but well…life. Being a writer who has to hold down a day job and who lives alone, thus is responsible for all of the housework and grocery shopping
I have a confession to make, I love the television show Supernatural. Sure, it has its faults. Yes, it’s had some less than stellar story lines. Or course, some of it is over the top outlandish. Yep, the characters are all deeply flawed. I think maybe that’s part of why I love it. For all
Back in the day when I was an evangelical Christian (yes, really), I spoke a lot about unconditional love. I believed that I acted inside that love. I believed that I understood what unconditional love really was. The truth is, I was clueless. It took a lot of changes in my life to realize that.
