Some writers are “seat-of-your-pants” scribes, others are “top-down” organizers, and many fall anywhere in between. I’m squarely in the top-down category whereas my brother’s a self-described puker, which is something somewhat more extreme than seat-of-your-pants writing. What follows is by no means solely (or even largely; or even much at...
Coincidence?
Early last week I considered the Tao of the Hiccup. I’ve since decided the hiccup-inspired character is going to be a dragon. Since then, {hic} several times when I’ve been at my desk actually working on the novel (as opposed {hic} to surfing the internet or doing homework or staycationing as I had planned) I’ve...
Future Dreams
10 now down to 1. Today = my last day of day-job work for about 16-18 months. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeha! Noooo, I’m not going to prison. I’ve been voluntarily included in a workforce reduction which nets me enough severance and other payouts in the bank to take a hiatus from the...
Tao of the Hiccup?
“Grr says ‘hiccups’,” my husband calls out while walking up the stairs. This is not the first time he’s thrown that statement my way. “Noooooo” I reply, rolling my eyes and laughing. And yet. Hiccups. Hmmm. No, no, it would be uncontrollable, I mean, do you know anybody who...
Pre-Procrastination
For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been pre-procrastinating. With my last day of day-job work looming I’ve spent weekends and evenings doing some of the things that I know would otherwise cause me to procrastinate once I’m officially writing full-time. Revamp this website. Done. Start blogging. Done. Add...
The Muddler
My Grandpa Pilkerson, or Grand P as we call him, loves to tell tales about this family member or that. Tall tales. Unbelievable tales. All of us grandchildren loved them, and never believed them. Yet, we’d always hold out hope that just maybe, someday, it would be one of...
Dispirit
I’m dreaming, and in my dream someone pulls me away from someone else while saying: “don’t talk to him, he’s a Dispirit”. Dispirit? I awake to the dogs circling the bed doing their breakfast-time dance. Even though the clock says it’s only 5:12 a.m. their internal clocks say 6:12...