By a strange coincidence, a virus felled me the day after I saw the movie Contagion. That was bad enough, but the topper was that for a couple days, I was too sick to even read. You can only sleep so much, and with my need for glasses, it’s not easy watching television lying down. And writing—even to just think the words—fuhgeddaboutit!
Silly things I do to waste writing time
My husband has dubbed me a chief procrastinator. What he doesn’t know is that sometimes I only seem to be putting off something. Sometimes I’m working out some aspect of the job before I start it. Sometimes I dread it so much, I need to sidle into it so I’ve begun before I realize I’m… Continue reading Silly things I do to waste writing time
Fitting the Pieces Together
After my father’s sudden death four years ago, my mother spent nearly every waking moment working jigsaw puzzles. For more than a year, she sat sorting, moving, fitting piece after piece to create the final picture. Hour upon hour. Like a Buddhist monk creating a sand mandala. As soon as she fit the last piece… Continue reading Fitting the Pieces Together
What is this thing we call writing?
Since I don’t watch a lot of TV, I missed the debut season of the series LOST, even though two of my sons had independently mentioned they thought I would like the show. So, right before the second season started, I loaded up our Netflix list and my husband and I watched the whole season… Continue reading What is this thing we call writing?
Free prose day!
Today's post doesn't really have much to do with writing, though I’m calling it free prose. That's not the same as stream of consciousness; I would never subject you to that. I grow roses … well, for the most part this last year, I neglected roses, but still they bloomed. Yesterday I cut a few. I… Continue reading Free prose day!