My writing space isn’t typical. Not a lot of things in my life are, but that’s another post altogether. I live in a decent two-bedroom apartment in a so-so decent city. Its set-up is practical; living and dining rooms up front, bathroom and laundry room in the hall, two bedrooms in the back. For two ∞
Ah, Christmas Eve. Colorful lights are twinkling. Stockings are hung with care. Carolers are making their way from door to door. A light, fluttery haze of snow is falling from the crisp, white sky while angelic ballerinas twirl magically through the air… I’m kidding. This isn’t The Nutcracker, for Christ’s sake. Christmas, clearly, throws me… Continue reading Not a Grinch, Just a Grouch. But I’ll Get Over It.
I’m here, at my computer, dressed and ready for work. Miraculously I have 20 minutes to kill. This almost never happens. I’m horrible at getting ready in the morning. I will push sleep until the last possible minute, and sometimes further. This does not often work in my favor. So the question I’ve posed myself… Continue reading Pressed For Words
In ten years I’ve written very little, not nearly as much as I should have. Yet I call myself an aspiring writer. But it says so on my Twitter profile! After all, if it says so on Twitter, then is must be true. Ten years is a long, long time. Ten years is a… Continue reading Patience, a Wasted Virtue
It’s time to start blogging again. The decision has been made. It’s final. Unless, of course, I decide not to. Like an ornery teenage girl, I tend to change my mind a lot. I will try to make my posts brief. Why? Because there’s nothing worse than a long-winded diatribe about politics, or religion, or… Continue reading The Beginning…Again.