Tag: random musings

  • Being Supportive

    My parents were not as supportive of my desire to write and publish as I would’ve liked them to be. It wasn’t until the last few years of my father’s life that he became a little more  (vaguely) supportive of the notion. I don’t know what he was thinking during those last few years. He…

  • Summer is Coming…

    Summer is another time that I tend to plan waaaaayyy more than I am capable of. Between kids (read: disgruntled teens), the heat (outdoor chores have to be done by 10am or everyone will melt), the invariable “aw, shit! Really?!?” Crisis (at least one–family, an appliance, illness, something), and oh, yeah…ishouldprobablysitmyassdownandwritesomething, I get a few…

  • Unloading the Psychological Hoard

    My father passed on almost 2 years ago. I’m a bit of a hoarder–tools, boxes, books, string, projects that I just need some time to play with, cool doo-dads; all sorts of things. After my father passed, and my mom had time to grieve, she began to engage in Swedish Death Cleaning. Yes, it’s a…

  • This is Bullshit….

    So, there’s this totally accurate statistic I read somewhere on the internet a few years back, about the average publishing age of women vs. men. Women publish fictional novels at a later point in life, typically. Not all of them, obviously; just a notable amount. Almost as though the majority of women are taking care…

  • In Defense of Whimsy

    I’ve always been a little odd. The square peg that almost fits in the round hole, but not quite. When I was a child my oddness marked me out a bit. I wasn’t quite the most unpopular kid in school, but I was definitely on the lower end of the pecking order. This may be…

  • The Word for 2024

    With 2023 rapidly coming to an end, I realize I need to select a new word for 2024. 2023’s word was “Focus.” I suppose it did and did not work out. I focused enough to make steps in the right direction towards publishing.my work, but it feels like I could’ve done so much more. Isn’t…