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Winter is killing me. I hate when people complain about the weather, so pardon this paragraph. But for real. The weather man reckons that the temperature is ten degrees lower than usual for this time of year. The first day of spring is this week, and there’s still patches of snow around here and there.
Over the weekend I escaped to the country to celebrate one of my niece’s birthday. She turned the big three this year. Needless to say, she liked my present best! Continue reading
Namaste lovers of syllable land
My favorite words to read hurt. Note “to read”. I can never handle anything harsh being spoken, verbal attacks and what not. Humans spatting.
I value language too highly for that.
However, I love when I read something that makes me uncomfortable. When I can look at words on a page, artfully presented, in a way that makes my stomach spasm in a concerning way and my tongue push against the backs of my front teeth. Gut punch bites.
This is what my novel does, for me. I think that there are some pieces around FollowMeToNYC that exemplify my joy of playing with strident letters; love appreciation and departure that I wrote last summer come to mind. Continue reading
I have dipped to Connecticut for some word banging this weekend. After a week with no coffee, my natural energy levels are balancing out and I lost the shakes a few days ago.
Novel is coming along nicely still. Piecing paragraphs and putting sentences together. My healthy diet booted my cold fairly quickly and I’m starting to feel the benefits brought on by my annual detox.
Perhaps this year we’ll extend beyond January…
Peanut experienced her first proper snow up here in the hills, the sort that nearly reaches your knees.
I haven’t posted much new writing lately because everything I’m working on relates to Novel. I don’t want to post chapters of what I’ll be pitching to publishers down the line.
It’s fascinating to go back through my thousand and some-odd posts to read about when I started “mission get published” to now. I have ranted and raved about how I don’t care about getting published, I just want to write. And somehow I’ve happily managed it. It’s nice to know that when I finish Novel number one, regardless of if it gets picked up… I still get to wake up every morning, go to work and WRITE.
I’ve finally reached the point where I’m not chasing anything. I have more than I could ever ask for. It’s startling almost. In the mix of book stuff, job stuff etc… I’m devising a way to give something back.
Most of all, I’m being easy on myself. I haven’t done that for awhile.
So far I am in love with 2013.
I brought Lily Peanut to my parents’ house this weekend. Needless to say, seeing my little girl imported from Australia running around the yard where I grew up was beyond surreal. I wanted Henry to be there, it made me cry a bit. Continue reading
I went to the country for the weekend. I’ve been pretty cranky for a few reasons.
After working 800 hours last week, I haven’t quite slept enough yet. I’m planning for the puppies to get on an airplane in a few weeks, and I still don’t know where I’m going to live.
Then there are these words everywhere. Continue reading