I work for an ad tech company for my day job. I write technical content for the help center and manage language on our UI among other things. As part of a product refresh we are doing, they are offering us the opportunity to run ads of our own, on anything at all, so I’ve
Tag: writing
Happy New Year, Readers! In the hope of starting the year out right, I aim to get some writing done this morning. I got stuck on the fourth Blood Witch book, so I’ve switched gears and gone back to The Daughters of Morru. I’m at the point in the plot there that I need to finesse
It wasn’t the worst year on record, but it wasn’t the best either. It was a year of ups and downs, turn arounds and backflips. It was the first full year without my father in this world, my first Christmas without him. There was a lot of added responsibility with taking care of my stepmother
A few months ago, routine bloodwork came back showing that I am anemic. More bloodwork showed that I was severely anemic. What can I say, when I do something I like to go big. I’ve been on iron since and today I’m going in for a colonoscopy and endoscopy to determine if there is any internal cause.
I’ve felt stymied on Book 4 of the Blood Witch Saga for months on end. I stare at the page and I type a few words, but I’m stuck. So, yesterday I broke out one of the other works in progress, “The Daughters of Morru” which has been languishing on my hard drive for over
I’ll admit, I’m struggling a little this week. I have a bit of a head cold and the accompanying fatigue has made it difficult to get stuff done. And there is so much to do! However, there’s some Death Wish Coffee in my Star Wars “Pew Pew” cup, my throat is less sore and my
On one hand, this week just disappeared. On the other hand, well it was a week. When I first started my adult career, I worked in data. I was good at it, but it didn’t really fulfill me. Then I recognized a need for someone to take over writing a number of policies and procedures
As I work my way back into the writing groove, everything feels rusty and foreign. I’ve written a poem a day so far this month, some of them suck, some are okay. I’m attempting to be more present on social media…well, Threads anyway. I’ve tried to maintain a posting schedule here (Wednesdays and Saturdays). This
I have a mess of thinky thoughts roiling around in my brain this morning. Thoughts about veterans, about stray dogs. Thoughts about consent being a thing we need to cultivate and honor starting with out kids. Thoughts about books and writing. Thoughts about family and Yule and Thanksgiving. Days like this are hard on the
*blows off the dust* So, after my father died, writing kind of took a back seat to dealing with the aftermath and getting my stepmother situated to carry on life without him. It meant a lot of travel back and forth to Tucson, all while I was grieving. It meant that there was very little