I noticed this post was sitting in my drafts folder with nothing more than a heading. It's been sitting there nearly a year. Who knows what the hell I was thinking when I came up with that title. If the past is a foreign country, one's past self is a stranger. Or least someone you … Continue reading the shapes of stories
This is part two of my re-capping of the last year or so. 2016 was all-around a year of horrors. It is known. Somewhere in the middle of it, Husband and I found out that the apartment we were renting in New Westminster was being sold. This was the second time that had happened to … Continue reading milestone 2: home ownership
Since I've been out for a while, I thought I'd recap a few things that have happened in this last year or so of radio silence. This is the biggest one.* I have another nephew! He is my third nephew, the second one named Benjamin, and the first borne by my only sister. He is … Continue reading milestone 1: blood of my blood
So I've just finished a draft (final?) of something and the feeling is always like finally arriving at your hotel after an incredibly long, grueling, farcical series of misadventures. It's over. It's done. You're not dreaming. There's a tired, weighted sigh of relief... the feeling that holy-shit-I-really-need-a-drink... But what to do now?! (Besides opening the mini-bar, … Continue reading waking from my writing coma
Hence, I've fallen somewhat off the radar. But, like cold sores, I'm always back. Stay tuned...
There is a line in a movie that I am not ashamed to admit I have seen way too many times* which goes: "Typical isn't it? You wait twenty years for a dad and then three come along at once." I feel a little like this right now. I've had several months of plugging away at a project with all the diligence of an AP English student (which is to say, very little diligence, but we fake it well), and now everything has kind of exploded in my face.
This always happens. I get 2/3 of the way done my final draft and I decide to start outlining a whole frigging series.
It was a weekend without much in the way of photo documentation. That tends to happen when you've planned a long weekend south of the border following the election of a technicolor nightmare. These are all the Instagram hits. We stopped briefly in Olympia on the way down to Portland. The briefness of that … Continue reading pacific northwest wanderings
- the Talmud
I didn't join Pottermore for the longest time. My relationship with Harry Potter was intense, but troubled. It oscillated between shameless joy and celebration to cheek-biting scrutiny and critique. In one past life, I'd enthusiastically dressed up in costume and painted signs, windows, and children's faces for the midnight releases at the bookstore. In another, … Continue reading accepting my slytherinness