Tag Archive: writer

Home office cats

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  I have a home office. I can hear what you’re thinking! “Ho Hum, I thought this was going to be a funny post.” Presently, there’s a black cat in front of the… Continue reading

…and another scam bites the ice

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Awake at 3:00 in the morning after 8 hours sleep…sort of (if you count the 3-hour nap from 3pm – 6pm). I have Dan Alatorre to blame for my latest dream-mare (not quite… 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

Wordvolution

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Originally posted on Two on a Rant:
? The origin of the human race, and all of it’s hues, is hidden in the dust and dirt of time. Words, ethereal as the air…

JOELLE’S TALES: FIRST THURSDAY OF THE MONTH #TMAT120 #WRITING #PROMPT FOR 11/7/2019

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PLEASE participate It’s not like I’m asking you to ride a mile on a camel wearing a clown suit. TELL ME A TALE IN (EXACTLY) 120 WORDS     Welcome to NOVEMBER 7!   Today’s… Continue reading

Muse sick? No… She’s simply Liszt less.

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My brain wants meditation music.  Yet I’m listening to George Thorogood singing, “Bad to the Bone?” The overthinking brain whispers, “I don’t care.” The subconscious says, “I’m not listening.” Insomnia by any other… Continue reading

7 years a blogger

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WooHoo!  Seven years today, my friend Vickie pulled me into the blog-o-sphere. I protested, while kicking and screaming,  “I can’t do this!” She reminded me that I was the one who needed a… Continue reading

40,000 words!

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From May 19 through June 14th:  40,000 words!!!! I’ve just written a new book. Now for the hard part Turning it into a work that can be published instead of Hemingway’s description:   Exhausted… Continue reading

15,000

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15,000.  That’s the number of words I’ve written so far.  In 3 days. I still don’t have a title I like, but that can wait. Another chapter roils around in my head… at… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm: Writing Frenzy

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Never ask a writer, “What do you do for fun?” Today, I bleached the living room floor and drove hubby out of the house.  He hates bleach.  I hate cantaloupe.  He bought one… Continue reading