Moods and messes.

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Thursday and Friday I wasn’t in the best of moods. It all started when I awoke to the “aroma” of a sewer filled with throw-up and cat cr@p. Fortunately, I didn’t touch, step… Continue reading

Editing is a humbling experience.

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I’ve heard it said that people who can, do & people who can’t, teach.  Personally, I think that’s a crock of cr@p. The best teachers are the ones who have slogged through the… Continue reading

Writer’s block? More like Writer’s stop.

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No sarcasm — yet —  just a universe of frustration. Weeks of furiously writing the last book in the HELL series. Weeks of watching the pitter-patter of long, slender fingers overworking the keyboard.… Continue reading

Things to do when you can’t sleep

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TONIGHTS FORAY INTO THE NO SLEEP ZONE Write a post.  Make some toast Surf the net Stroke a pet Drink some water. Call your daughter. Take a shower. Read an hour. Meditate Medicate.… Continue reading

Another year…another year.

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  The Evolution of New Year’s celebrations. Age 10:  Light the sparklers. Age 20:  Sparkling fireworks followed by large quantities of alcohol. Age 30:  Taking your children to fireworks. Age 40:  Keeping your… Continue reading

The trustlessness Dagger

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You know my deepest secret. Will my trust in you become another wound inside a sorrowful soul? Too many betrayals, a wall of regrets. How many scars until I say: No more.  … Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : How not to make mistakes as a blogger?

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  This entire post could be summed up as follows: The only way to avoid making mistakes as a blogger is NOT to write ANYTHING.  You can just sit at your desk, admire… Continue reading

Error***Christmas brain freeze***Error

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The weather outside is….well, 76F. For my friends north of the US, and other parts of the world, that’s almost 25C. Yes.  I’m wearing long sleeves. The way my brain has been working… Continue reading

Muse Sick

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I think the Muse is sick in Music world. The last song I listened to sounded like Disney married country rock and had a deformed child. Yes, I have discovered the man-bun of… Continue reading

Slivered bells….Slivered bells….It’s Catsmas time for the kitty.

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In honor of the fact that the cats just finished off the giblets. I guess you could say, “They gotta lotta guts.” …and no knowledge of punctuation. If you have a cat, you… Continue reading