Fiction, Life, Real Life, Writing

This is when you know you’re a writer

First off, this is not the serious writing post I promised last time. I’m still working on that one. But this one does concern writing—in a bizarre sort of way. That pesky little internal organ known widely as the gall bladder has influenced my life for a month. Did I acknowledge its power and do… Continue reading This is when you know you’re a writer

Block, Fiction, Novel, Words, Writing

Pain, loss of words, and nudity

I spent the weekend sitting in my husband’s leather chair. It doesn’t fit me, my feet don’t reach the floor when I sit in it and the back is too high, but it’s the only chair I can sit in without pain. For the past two days, I’ve had a pinched nerve, disk, something, that… Continue reading Pain, loss of words, and nudity