Bite Me

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me Tender

A propos of nothing, this little section makes me laugh. I’m not going to tell you where it happens, though, ’cause I’m mean like that. This is your fault, isn’t it? He poked mentally at his wolf, who was as drunk as Levi, stretched out on its figurative back with its legs pointing shamelessly...

It's a lot like baseball…

Writing, that is. Long periods of sitting around waiting for something to happen, punctuated by short periods of intense “oh, my God, I must get this done”. And, in the meantime, keeping up with the daily grind of getting words down on new work. I’m still trying to finish the Christmas story I started...

Friday Night drive by: Panic!

No, actually, we’re good now. I thought someone had stolen my Margarita flavoured ice cream, but I found it hidden under a bag of french fries. (I’m such a good mom, I stock so many healthy foods in the house. :S) If only I could look in there and find some actual Margaritas, too....

My Summer Office

I officially moved into my ‘summer office’ today. This is the view from my floor-to-ceiling ‘window’: That’s right–I’m out on the back deck. And it was a total surprise, because it’s supposed to rain buckets today. Instead, it was sunny enough to get a bit more of the lawn cut with the reel-mower and...

This is exactly what we were talking about in Before You Hit Send this week

http://pcwrede.com/blog/what-you-do-right/ When I think about it, I got a good grounding in basic grammar in junior high, which disappeared in high school, as we began focusing more intently on Shakespeare and reading novels. But, unlike Ms. Wrede, I had a teacher in Grade 12 who was incredibly enthusiastic about creative writing. We had weekly...