No Place Like Somebody Else’s Home

One of the stories that I remember from childhood was “Rip Van Winkle” by Washington Irving. The story takes place at the foot of the Catskill Mountains in New York. It’s about a well-liked man who does all he can to avoid doing actual work. His wife is portrayed as a nagging woman who constantly chastises him for his laziness. His home and farm fall into disarray while he wanders happily about town playing with the kids and telling tall tales at the local bar. Eventually he wanders off into the woods… Read More

Will the Real Blogger Please Step Forward?

I have a confession to make: I am actually much, much worse in person than I seem to be in this blog. I was rereading through some comments this morning and thought “wow, I do sound like a well-organized, intelligent, put together kind of person”. As I sit here, unwashed, downing my second cup of coffee, regretting the leftover birthday cake from my husband’s party that I ate for dinner last night. I haven’t had a serious workout in several weeks due to a flu bug. I tried last week, hopping up… Read More

When the Writer’s Away…

I made the mistake of ignoring my novel, Phoenix Rock, this last week. It’s highly unlikely I’ll meet the word count goal of 50,000 words for National Novel Writing Month. I’m going to give it a good go, though, and last night I reviewed my work thus far, so that I could get back to work on it today. Big mistake to leave my characters mid storyline. They’re pissed at me and not cooperating at all. I left my main character, Meg, to an awkward, but happy reunion with her brother, Jamie…. Read More

Optimism: Delusion or a Force that Propels Us Forward?

I’ve been whining about being sick the last few weeks. Really, weeks – this is the flu bug that ate Detroit. It arrived on the heels of dutifully gotten flu shots, so I’m a little bitter about it. Today is my rally day. I was up half the night with a bronchial cough, my ears are ringing from cranial cavities of snot and I smell like Vicks Vapor Rub. But by golly, I’m going to get caught up on laundry and my NaNoWriMo novel and pirouette off into the sunset, flu bug… Read More

Your Distraction, My Blog Post

Just when I think I’ve run out of things to write about, heaven drops manna in my lap. Admittedly, bronchitis is making me a little crabby this week, so if there is anything to take umbrage over, I’m there, ready and willing. This was the blip that showed up on my newspaper scanning radar this morning: “Minnetonka Principal says girls’ leggings becoming a distraction“. Once again, we girls are at it – dressing to impress and making the boys regress. Boys began beating their…chests in a primitive call to mate. Algebra was… Read More

The Awards Show, Part 2

I’m continuing my month long quest to show gratitude and give thanks. Since starting this blog, people have kindly added me to various award lists. I think this is the most important aspect of the blogging chain award, to bring attention to blogs you might never have seen. When trying to figure out who to list on these award posts, I really try to bring attention to those blogs that might be overlooked, aren’t being followed by half the known world and also that aren’t crazy professional (where I sense that I’d… Read More

TGIM

Mondays and I have had a love-hate relationship in the past. My exchanges with people run something like this: “Hey, how’s it going, Michelle?” “Feels like a Monday.” “Yup.” In other words, I sounded like a cross between Eeyore of Winnie the Pooh and Snuffleupagus on Sesame Street. Mondays. Woe is me. I’m trying to turn it around, but after tossing and turning most of last night, I had dreams of my word count on the NaNoWriMo meter dropping precipitously towards zero. I started running through all the things that I would,… Read More

The Making of a Serial Killer: Fictional Characterization

I’d like to kill them all – anchorless Meg, that milquetoast Mark, passive aggressive Sonya, hapless Hal. I want them dead and it’s legal. I’m on day 4 of the National Novel Writing Month challenge and I LOATHE the characters in my book, Phoenix Rock. I’ve started fantasizing about bizarre and grotesque ways to maim, injure and kill them. I should state categorically that my novel is contemporary fiction about a dysfunctional family and how they come to terms with the past. It’s not a murder mystery or forensic whodunit. It’s just… Read More

Purposeless Dialogue

I am spending an inordinate amount of time writing crap today for my first novel Phoenix Rock. I met the daily word count goal for National Novel Writing Month. That month is now in progress, so if you stick around long enough, I can bore you senseless with my writer’s angst and discussion of the “process” ad nauseum. On the other hand, it might be a nice break from my feminist chest-thumping (ow, ow) and the exploitation of my many maternal and human flaws. There are some things that I write well…. Read More

Licensed to Complain

In preparation for November 6th, I have dutifully surfed my way over to Minnesota’s Secretary of State website and printed out the sample ballot for my zip code. And the Googling begins. For many elections, I am ashamed to say, I voted a straight party ticket and went with all the incumbents for judges and unaffiliated public offices. As a registered Independent and independent thinker, I can no longer rely on political party as a guide. After all, there are douchebags on both sides of the aisle. I’m not wasting a vote… Read More