podcasting a novel?
A couple of people have floated the idea that I should podcast one of my novels. Read it aloud, post a chapter a week, and see what happens. Now, for starters, that scares the living daylights out of me. I…
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Monthly Archive: April 2009
More about introversion
We’ve already talked about how I’m a terrible introvert who scurries away after human contact and hides alone in order to recharge the emotional batteries. 85% of the human population is extraverted, and I honestly don’t understand that. It’s easier…
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Dear Department of Defense
In response to the flyover of New York City, which was reportedly a photo op and an attempt to update photos of Air Force One near the Statue of Liberty, I have one word for you: Photoshop. Any one of…
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A time to stop editing
Remember my literary pause? Well, the time has come to stop editing because ♥My Book♥ has turned into :(My Book 🙁 . Yep, that point in time has come when I’m convinced the whole thing is a pile of garbage. It’s…
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You’re so pretty
At church on Sunday, I had to take my Very Active Baby into the back because he was being Very Active Indeed. Tarzan himself would have look on in envy of the baby’s technique as he swung from parent to…
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Voices and passages
Ivy read a story of mine on the latest episode of KnitSpirit. It originally ran in The Cornell Review about 18 years ago, but I recently retooled it. She had asked for listeners to submit stories about angels, and as…
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What grows in the garden
Moving into a new house has given us a mystery: what’s in the garden? The previous occupants were gardeners. They landscaped the property and were able to tell me in detail of all the different trees, shrubberies, and flowers they…
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Spucket
And what, you are asking, is a spucket? Every family ends up with its own made-up words. For example, a “muffin-toast” is Kiddo#3’s word for an English muffin. A don-don is the word Kiddo#1 derived for a thing you hang…
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Give me the moon
It’s a running joke that I think my guardian angel hung the moon. This is what happens when you’re sixteen and it feels like an angel has taken an interest in you. The last time I said that, I imagined…
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A tale of two carrot peelers
At Thanksgiving, we forgot our carrot peeler at my mother’s house. Easily remedied, I thought: I would buy another one. Yeah, because if it were that simple, I’d be writing a weblog entry about it six months later, right? Hah. …
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