c’est dommage

They’re cutting down all my baby’s trees! He loved to hug those trees. There were four of them in front of our house, and he would run from tree to tree hugging them. I don’t know where he learned that. I mean, sure I’m a 

OMG, OMG, OMG!!!

OMG, OMG, OMG!!! I’ve been setting it up since the beginning and I didn’t even know it! I think one of my characters might have to die! I don’t know how to write that. I’ve never killed a character before. I’ve had already dead characters, 

photogenic

I used to do these picture/poetry things, but I stopped because I wasn’t a poet anymore. My husband was a poet, for real, for a minute. Then he stopped being a poet too. Now that he isn’t a poet either, I figure I can do 

doubtful

Sometimes I feel like my story is probably stupid. Like, who on Earth is going to want to read about these over-privileged white kids, who think they know everything, who have too much sex, who don’t do too many drugs, who sit around talking too 

explosion is the word of the week

Happy 4th of July!!! We’re taking Dylan to see the fireworks at Kensington Metropark tonight. If he doesn’t have too much of a melt-down, that is. He’s been in the worst mood EVER for two days now. I think he must be getting a tooth 

what a two-year-old looks like

It’s official. I have a two-year-old! Two years and he still hasn’t grown any eyebrows, lol. Well, if he’s anything like his daddy, he may never grow them. I hardly have eyebrows myself. Poor kid, he’s doomed! 🙂 And before you think I’m crazy for 

pink elephants on parade

not a writer: novel stats: 34,100 words (~31%) 105 pages working on chapter 4 of 13 Only about 2000 words added to the story this week. I haven’t really done much with chapter four yet beyond just the first few pages, since I’m still polishing 

fate says…

We took Dylan to his first concert last night, Michelle Branch at Detroit’s River Days festival. He was so adorable! He clapped after every song, and in the middle of them, and he sang along, improvising with his own two-year-old lyrics. I didn’t even know 

happy endings and guitar crushes

Two random things. First, is it some kind of biological hardwiring that at not even two years old, my boy child likes to crash his toy trucks into each other? And second, there is a Google ad at the top of my Gmail page to 

last week’s update, on a Tuesday

My child is in love with outside lately. He would live outside if he could. He would sleep underneath a bush. He likes to pick up sticks and rocks and leaves and hide them in the seat of his Mickey Mouse bus. He likes to