The Writing Challenge of Indeterminate Duration – Day 3
What does writer’s block feel like?
A better topic for me at this point might have been what does it feel like to write about writer’s block when you have writer’s block? Maybe I’ll refer to this experience tomorrow and write about one of my favorite things: irony. Continue reading →
The Writing Challenge of Indeterminate Duration – Day 2
The closest you ever came to drowning.
I remember hearing or reading or hallucinating that death by drowning is a rather peaceful way to go. And based on my own experience of nearly drowning, I believe that assessment is what’s typically referred to as “complete and utter bullshit.” Unless, of course, your definition Continue reading →
It’s the first day of the WCOID (Writing Challenge of Indeterminate Duration), and I’ve neither quit nor made up any excuses that would allow me to postpone the start date; so I’m feeling pretty proud of myself right about now. But I have been thinking about what I’ve gotten myself into, because I had a little panic surge when Continue reading →
I handed my mom a printed copy of my blog post Killing Time. “Here,” I say. “Read this.”
“What is it?”
“Something I wrote for my blog.”
“Your what?”
“My blog. Remember? We agreed I’d print the parts you’re allowed to read so you wouldn’t have to see the stuff you Continue reading →
I started out wanting to write a post about my search for funny lesbian blogs on WordPress – I’m nothing if not a humor 
whore. I didn’t intend to say such blogs don’t exist, ButchOnTap and Miss N Corner are proof that they do. I was just going to ask the funny lesbians to step forward and identify themselves so I could join their followers (and I’d still appreciate knowing who and Continue reading →
Have you ever forgotten something you know you know? Or failed to put two and two together because you didn’t have a calculator handy or, like me, you’re pretty good at readin’ and writin’ but are a bit ‘rithmetically challenged? Continue reading →
The e-mail came in not long after I published my post. I saw the alert on my phone that I had a message from WordPress and assumed someone had liked or commented on my post. I got excited. I love likes and comments. Knowing that someone out there has not only read what I’ve written, but taken the time to let me know they enjoyed it always gives me a bit of a blogger-boner. Then I saw the subject line: Continue reading →
Earlier this month I went to the Orange County Fair with a friend I’d briefly dated but hadn’t seen in a number of years. As we sat waiting for the All Alaskan Pig Races to begin she filled me in on some of what had transpired in her life since last we’d spoken. It seems that the woman she’d fallen in love with after we’d stopped seeing each other, and with whom she Continue reading →
Pucker Up Buttercup 