my son has never taken a picture with santa clause. ever. although stories about the happy go lucky elf who visits children while they’re sleeping to deliver presents has now infiltrated my home. when asked who told him about this mysterious santa, my son goes all james bond with the closed lip, protecting his sources…
Tag: Writing
i don’t like the smell of napalm in the morning or at any other time of the day (what about you)
we all agree that individuals with unchecked mental health issues should not have access to high power assault weaponry. we all agree that children and other unarmed innocents should not be gunned down and slaughtered. ever. this is the beginning for crafting 21st century gun regulations. it’s time for the grown ups to talk. not…
surviving guilt 96 hours post CT
in a tub that is 3 parts bubble 1 part water it is hard to find toes to tickle least of all clean he sloshes and splashes creating bubble beards and fists of steel air punches launch at no target in particular a day is recounted there was art and music he still remembers the…
if given the choice between your gun and my child…he wins
to answer yesterday’s horrific tragedy with a quick quip about allowing teachers to carry guns in the classroom is an exercise in magical thinking. you know who else using magical thinking as a viable means to problem solve? children between the ages of 6 and 7 years old. yesterday morning, 20 children between the ages…
sometimes i just have to say…thank you
he props me up giving the illusion that it is alone that i stand pushed forward there is no opportunity to even wave goodbye to the life i wish i had known like a wet winter morning the sun does not dawn yet behind the clouds its warmth is apparent unfrozen animated by the force that…
the collector
having never acquired the knack she was not a letter-goer of things and stored thoughts much like the well traveled woman collected knickknacks memories displayed themselves on disorganized shelves in the crevices of her mind giving her an eccentric air some thought charming her speech jumble she talks of silk dresses and closed fountains as though…
three days late…but the half way point i have reached
i have now written 25,573 words in my novel. i think i may know what its about as well. my main character has undergone a name change as well as multiple physical altercations but she is focused on achieving her dreams. i like her. i can’t wait to see what happens next in her life…
day 5 of nanowrimo and i’m 3,023 words behind
well, the madness has started. and i have unreasonably driven myself a little bit loco about the writing process. i started my novel on november 1st and promptly discarded it as trash november 2nd. which meant that on november 3rd i had all of 773 words written of something i kind of sort of liked….
nanowrimo…what am i thinking
me, in all my intellectual badass-ness, has signed on for the nanowrimo challenge 2012. what. the. hell. yep, i figure with nearly 5 months of blogging under my belt a 50,000 word novel would be a cake walk and apparently a good time to boot. i have no idea what i am doing. none what…
just a dance with numbers
did you know the national right to life committee has an annual operating budget of more than 9 million dollars and naral pro choice america operates from a budget of nearly 12 million dollars each year? the united states of america department of justice has an office of violence against women. it funds 21 grant programs…
fearfree living 