"The only real access that I have to my mind is when I'm writing." – Kay Ryan
Howdy, y’all. Thanks for sticking with me, despite my occasional flaky behavior.Somehow, I didn’t get a blog post written last week. Although I’d have bet money that I wrote one and posted it. But I can’t find it in my files or on the website. Maybe I dreamt I had?I’ve had a LOT of truly... Continue Reading →
Lots of people have already written posts about how completely abnormal these times are. If you’re a Chuck Wendig fan, you’ve likely already seen his brilliant and profane post. If you haven’t, you can read it here. Maybe you’ve seen the various memes that are bringing some much-needed levity to the situation. I liked the... Continue Reading →
I haven’t posted about politics in a while. Some readers may be relieved, while others might miss my ranting. I’ve avoided the topic as an act of self-preservation. Since November 2016, I’ve been angry, depressed, terrified, and disgusted in equal measures. The world is burning, Nero is fiddling, and the one percenters just want the... Continue Reading →
I’m feeling a bit restless and unsettled this week. A little rudderless, and I’m not fond of that feeling. I’m a control freak who likes to have everything planned out. I find comfort in arranging the details with the goal of reducing the chances that something might go wrong. It’s probably one of my bigger... Continue Reading →
For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been trying to limit my social media access. I took the apps off my smartphone and my tablet. I can still log in by typing in my password, and I check things out about once a day or so. But I’m definitely logging on less often since I... Continue Reading →
A couple of nights ago, I tagged a few prominent billionaires in one of my tweets and criticized them for what I feel is their parsimonious behavior. Some random woman decided to call me out for my comment, and I doubled down by citing things I think show that the three men in question are... Continue Reading →
Social media has been on my mind a lot this week. My spouse has been out of town for work, which left me rattling around the house. I was also challenged by my step-brother to one of those “post your favorite albums” games. I played along, in my own fashion. I didn’t tag any other... Continue Reading →
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