did I say that out loud?

So here is where I back up all that nonsense I committed to for this new year. Two of these goals are going to need some pretty hardcore planning, I think. the ass kicking: I’m starting Jillian Michaels 30-day Shred, which I’m doing 5 days/week 

the obligatory New Year post (2010)

I don’t do New Year’s resolutions (they’re always just begging to be broken), but I do have some goals for 2010. Maybe resolutions and goals are the same thing? For some reason, a goal feels less likely to be broken than a resolution. Who knows… 

climb a mountain, reach for the stars

not a musician: Playing this week, “I Will Follow You Into the Dark,” by Death Cab For Cutie. (listen here, good guitar lesson here.) I’m in love with this song this week. It’s quiet and beautiful, and it inspired a heartbreaking little story idea. not 

progress report, take a number, get in line

Oh sheesh, I think I have book #2 brewing in my head! Can I finish book #1 first, please? Take a number, ideas, get in line, single file, and no cutsies! (I assure myself this time, book #1 will not be abandoned for book #2, 

writing about love

I’m a sucker for a good love story, whether that be romantic or platonic love. I don’t consider myself a romance writer, but I do write a heck of a lot of stories about love, whatever form it might manifest itself in. (And I have 

progress report, turkey coma, still

So last week kind of fell into Thanksgiving and got dissolved, and then like a black hole, it sucked up Monday, and then Tuesday as well. I didn’t work on my novel a single word last week. I’m okay with that though, little breaks can 

progress report, thou shalt not use second-person?

Can we call them “no thank yous” rather than rejections? Anyway, got a “no thank you” on the story I sent out a couple weeks ago. The editor was generous to offer his reasons, and said, “I liked much of the description in your story, 

progress report, if a zombie tried to write a novel

I’m finding it MUCH harder to get writing done with a three year-old than at any previous age. The “terrible twos” were difficult, in terms of behavior, but the terrible threes are just as terrible, for different reasons. Two year-olds just don’t understand the things 

progress report, ch. 6 begs to be written

progress report for the week of 11/2: I think I’ll move my progress reports from Friday to Monday, since I do a lot of my writing on the weekends. And I’ll keep them separate from any other random posts I do. Gotta have some structure 

we shall learn to twitter (tweet?)

I didn’t jump on the Twitter bandwagon for the longest time. I’d assumed it was for professional people, you know, people who work in offices? And here I am, stay-at-home mommy/48% novelist, covered in snot and food and other questionable substances for most of the