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Tag: humor

  • Contest Results

    Back on October 1, I received an email flyer from my community center/library. I get them monthly, no big deal. But Ocotber’s grabbed my face  – Short Story Contest, here’s a picture for your writing prompt, 1500 words, Halloween Deadline, GO! Ordinarily, short stories don’t work for me. If they involve characters I already know…

  • A Lesson About Being a Smart-Ass

    About 8 years ago, I was attending my first (and only) Writer’s Conference. I had fun, I was filled with intimidation and the phrase “self-publish” was still derogatory in 2008. I didn’t network much, but I didn’t really know what I needed, as  a writer and as a business woman. I wouldn’t say that I…

  • Liebster Award!!!!

    *ahem* Chicken, Eggs, Tomatoes, Superglue, Herbal tea, Fruit… Dammit. I think this is my grocery list, not my acceptance speech. Where is…? *rummage* No… ah, here it – no, that’s Daniel’s maze for Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons *crash* *tinkletinkle* What is that? An ashtray? What kid makes an ashtray in arts and crafts anymore?…

  • Writers and Coffee

    There are these jokes going around that inextricably link writers with coffee shops. The two have been inextricably linked long before I first thought of being a writer. When someone says the word “writer,” our thoughts immediately place him/her in some café somewhere, listening to indie music, absorbing the aroma of coffee that has bonded…

  • Procrastination is an Art Form

    There are multiple different types of procrastinators out there – “I’ll get to it.” He/she probably meant that at the exact second s/he said it, but will completely forget about it in roughly 5-10 minutes. My theory is that they subconsciously don’t want to do it and hope the magic fairies will take care of…

  • One of the Reasons I Write is to Make My Life Sound More Interesting

    Take, for example, my first real crime. The first time I did it and got away with it. The lessons I learned and the sordid path it started me down since then. How thievery led to murder. It all started out innocently enough: A toy here, a toy there. Picking up after the kids and…