Filed under Deep Thoughts

The Title Comes Last

Soul searching, Cannot find map. Legs have gotten tired, Eyes burning with unshed, Unwanted tears.   How long was this road an hour ago? A year ago? Ten years ago?   Am I really lost, Or am I reluctant? Am I tired, Or am I depressed? Am I wandering, Or am I listless?   What … Continue reading

Well Hello There, August.

I had a friend in high school who used to live by the phrase, “Nothing good ever happens in August.” I really do mean that, literally. For one month during the summer, every single year, if you called her up and asked her to hang out…go to the movies…go camping, whatever, she would simply respond … Continue reading

The Demise of a Terrible Pan (in Real Life)

This is a Faceboook post I made the other day, because I’m honestly just bored with real life. (And I wonder why my FB friends think I’m a weirdo.) So… here you go. Enjoy! Here lies Dodgy Grenadian Skillet, the bane of my island existence. I inherited you from a long line of haggard SGU students who … Continue reading

Times, They Are a-Changin

I remember when gas was less than a dollar. When publishing a short story meant that you waited weeks until the spiral-bound copy came in the mail. When Superman was never seen in public sans red panties. When it wasn’t considered “cool” to love comic books if you were a girl, or play video games. … Continue reading

Someday Will Never Come Soon Enough

I was inspired to write this by a comment on the last post, wherein Jaye Robin Brown mentioned “second half of life intentions.” I’d been meaning to blog about this for a while, but well…in an ironic twist of irony, I kept putting it off. (Author’s note: sometimes when blogging, I am intentionally redundant. Just go with … Continue reading

Cat Got Your Tongue?

Cat Got Your Tongue?

I hate the term “writer’s block.” Not because it isn’t apt, but because I feel like it singles out writers and seems to suggest that we–unlike others who toil in a creative vocation–are the sole owners of this metaphorical brain boulder. Like Sisyphus (apparently), we writers are forever doomed to push this gigantic block before … Continue reading

It’s the Little Things, Right?

Today is a day of mixed emotions. Lately, I’ve been really optimistic about this whole publishing process, happily and busily working away at my next WIP while waiting for good things to happen. And I believe they will, because sometimes life IS awesome. Sometimes, just like when you’re working on a manuscript, there are moments … Continue reading

The Making of a Bookophile

When I was just a wee lass, I fell in love with mysteries. Before I hit my 8th birthday, I’d already blazed through the entire Nancy Drew Series. I scoured my school library for Caroline Cooney books, especially the ones that were a little bit “too scary” for a kid my age, then finally drew the … Continue reading

On “Selling” Yourself as an Author

Almost six weeks into the querying process for my first novel, and suddenly I realize: I’m going about this all wrong. I’ve been looking at this whole thing like it’s dating–which, in my defense, there are a TON of parallels between the publishing process and trying to find “the one”–but it’s really a lot more … Continue reading

A Song for Monday

It’s only nine in the morning, There’s no cause to despair. It’s only nine on Monday, Just five more days to bear. I’ll probably skip through the day Like a fish through the paws of a bear. At least it’s not ten in the morning; It can only get worse from there.

On If, not When

Every aspiring author has a few nights of weakness. Nights where they lie awake, questioning whether they have the sanity or the willpower to continue in their chosen career. (And if you don’t have this problem, I’d really like to meet you. So I can punch you in the face. No offense.) For most of us, the mental hamster … Continue reading

Take it like a Goat, Dude!

I’ve always thought the expression “take it like a man” was a hilarious one. Not because I’m super feminist or anything (though, to be fair, I did start a club in college called Manhaters Anonymous…about a year before I broke down and married one of them), or because men (at least the ones I know) are usually big … Continue reading


You only get to claim a fresh start a few times in your life. There’s the very first day of school, when no one knows you at all…when you haven’t yet made a single new friend, turned in a single homework assignment or pissed off a single teacher. Then there’s the day you go off … Continue reading

A Kiss by Any Other Name

A moment of doubt, A brief inhalation; Words become superfluous And instinct rules Time lengthens, Fills all waking memory; The last moment before Is the edge of the first. Feelings rain, The reign of thoughts cease And you’re almost there. Suprising, yet gentle In complete overtaking; Atoms explode, As two bodies collide.


Okay, so your plane wrecks on a freaky island with bizarre animal life and a wierd time traveling wheel thingie in the middle. Those things have nothing to do with this story though, so you ignore them. You don’t have any tools or food, so you’re probably gonna die pretty soon. You’re completely alone, and … Continue reading

Oh Snap, This S**t Just Got Real.

I’ve done it. I’ve finally done it. From now and for the next two years, I am no longer employed to be anything else but a full-time writer. Novelist. Starving artist, if you will. Imaginaire extraordinaire. Bum. From now on, my only occupation is to make stuff up and record it in a semi-coherent, chronological … Continue reading

How pointless…How tragic…How sad

Last night, on Christmas morning, just after midnight, a crew member leapt to her death. After nine hours of searching with spotlights and hundreds of eyes in the blackness, the search was called off, and the ship continued on its way. Toward the next port, toward sunny beaches and rum punch and fabulous duty-free shopping. … Continue reading