leeching off your accountability

Who’s doing NaNoWriMo this year? I love using NaNoWriMo for those early vague stages of the novel, where you don’t know what it’s about yet, all those sketchy words you fully expect to scrap and rewrite anyway. I conceived of my current novel in the 

friday, and the girl with the bum license

So what kind of penalty, exactly, is there for going in to transfer a license seven months late? My Michigan license is not expired, but I’m pretty sure in Virginia, it’s supposed to be transferred after one month. (One month? What kind of bunk is 

this is not a mommy blog

I changed the title of this blog a couple years ago. And when I wrote this new title, it wasn’t to put down those who write mommy blogs. Not at all. I enjoy reading mommy blogs. But this blog isn’t supposed to be one. This 

and then…

My dad passed away this morning. He will be greatly missed. That’s all.

the most heartbreaking thing

This has never been a very personal blog, apart from telling you how much of my novel hasn’t been written, or some adorable thing my child did. I feel much more comfortable masking my personal life in writing by wrapping it up in fiction. There 

“it’s a f#@king alien!!!” and other useful phrases

Dylan learned a new phrase today: “It’s a fucking alien!” (and he repeated it too, lol!) Because good Lord, look at this thing! This is a Luna Moth, I believe. It’s huge, easily as big as an outstretched hand! We don’t get these things in 

a bridge

“You need a bridge,” he said. “To get you from one place to another.” My husband says he’s only here on earth to think up ideas for other people to use, since he claims his own ideas never go anywhere. That was all he said, 

not a writer, friday

not a reader: These links aren’t exactly new or anything. I think I’ve had this post in my drafts for two weeks. A good story, in The New Yorker – not a new story, I clicked through to read one by Lorrie Moore, but ended 

happy birthday, America

My dudes, waiting for the fireworks to start. A few minutes of the DC fireworks, as seen from across the river in Arlington, Va. With commentary from Dylan. Note: the butterfly ones! We took a nice quiet stroll through DC after the fireworks, waiting for 

miscellany, from the past two years

I’ve always kept a paper journal in addition to my blogs. I just finished filling up one of these, so upon starting a fresh one, I thought I would take a peek through the old one and share some things that never made it into