What is that mysterious force that makes one love writing so much — until one actually sits down to write? I could think about my stories and all of my ideas all day and well into the night, but once I actually sit down at the computer, all that passion suddenly evaporates and I find I’d rather scroll Facebook, organize…
I may be down to one post a week for a little while. I’m having to lie down a lot, and it’s hard for me to get a lot of work done, so I’m reassessing everything I can! Not only does the baby really take a lot of energy, but I’m having a lot of issues with my right wrist…
Have you ever had a story you just were compelled to write? I don’t mean something you were told to write, or something you thought would be really fun. I mean an experience where you absolutely could not rest until you got the words and ideas out of your head and onto paper or word processor. Where something inside was…
Why do they call us bookworms? It’s always rather puzzled me. Why not bookbears or bookbirds or bookdogs, for that matter? Just about anything, it seems, would be preferable to being likened to the slimy, squirming insignificance of a slithering worm. The book part, of course, is obvious. There are people who read to gain information, there are people who…
In the past couple of weeks, we saw four relatively recent movies. All within the past couple of years, at least. Only one of them–Black Panther was in the theater. One, Spotlight, we downloaded on our tablet to watch on our anniversary cruise. The other two, Logan Lucky and Breathe we rented with my grandparents. All very different stories. And…
It all started one October day in 2012, when I was ironing clothes in my family’s guest house. Leaves were falling. The hot iron-smell was in the air. And my thoughts were far away. I was pondering myself, my friends, and issues that we dealt with. Certain relationships in my life. Certain topics that had come to the forefront of…
Dear producers of my current favorite TV show, I think there is a misunderstanding between us. I just finished the season finale of your show, and I was deeply bothered by your breach of the unwritten contract between us. As you know, I watch television to see a world that is different from my own. There are portals through which…
Or, I don’t like sad stories anymore. It’s weird. I used to love sad stories. I owned the Doctor Who quote “Sad is happy for deep people.” Where the Red Fern Grows was my delight. The Fault in Our Stars? Yes please. And just give me a tissue and I’d be ready to spend an afternoon weeping over the end…