Tag: not a writer

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, 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 

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 

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 

Friday: now 14 pages a novelist

So a funny thing happened (not so much funny-ha-ha, but funny, as in weirdly fateful). I started a new novel back in December, except I didn’t know it was a new novel when I was writing it. It was right after NaNoWriMo, where in the 

i have issues

Okay, not that it’s really a secret or anything (it’s been linked right there in my “about” box since forever), but I write this silly little neighborhood story about my Sims characters. And what sparks this discussion is that everybody LOVES Dallas and Lucy, a