Serious writers outline. Everyone knows this. They create visualization boards and put awesome color-coded cards on corkboards with pushpins. They keep character bibles. They plan out Three Main Points of Action, they catalog the Try-Fail cycles, they draw sweeping character arcs. I try to do these things. I try to be an outliner. I can’t....
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Category Archives: dumb things I doI’ve heard that some writers who win awards have a block afterward. A time in which it’s hard/impossible for them to write something new, possibly for fear that it won’t measure up. I’ve heard that some writers who have finished a successful series get freaked out (for my lack of a better term) by an... My bookshelves got dusted! Before Spring! They did! Because of the Great Chore List Caper of Lucky 13. I had to get some cleaning done. Had to. Because. Ugh. So I wrote the necessary jobs on sticky notes. Then I stuck those notes to the kitchen sliding-glass door. Then I told the kids everyone had... I have an astonishing lack of pet peeves. Or peeves in general, I think, which is what adds so solidly to my sunny disposition and general good nature. I’m being serious. I understand peeves, I do. Because I have a couple. But they’re small ones. And I rarely get teeth-baringly freaked out about... I know I’m one of the only people in the world who still blogs, and the other one is the Pioneer Woman, so let’s just say I’m in good company. But I do try to get in more posts than this (hello, last week! How’ve you been?). Allow me to walk you through my life... Want to know what I find gross? Milk. [1] And what I find more gross? Milk falling out of the fridge and exploding onto the kitchen floor, under the fridge and under the oven. Grosser than that? Having it happen twice. In one morning. Before 8:15. —- Happy Sunday, Day of Rest. Come on over... Do you ever feel like your life is on repeat? Those same things, again and again? Like, for instance, we watched the Les Miserables 25th Anniversary concert again this Sunday afternoon. And, again, it felt a lot like THIS. Also this time, I wanted the guy who designed the lighting to come out and take... I used to be that girl. The smart one. The not-dumb one. Right up to this morning, I think. Then I was looking over (stalking) Facebook on my phone. Because why not? And I saw this link. For Costco cards. (I know. You’re already shaking your head. As you should be.) and this link was... |