Category: writer’s life
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Sheltering in Place – Day 77
I am mad at Mailchimp. And don’t try to talk me out of it. Mailchimp! Aaaaaargh! Why oh why must they keep changing things? It’s not that they’re making it easier or better for the user. No, it’s just they seem to like moving stuff from here to there. Why do the people that work…
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Sheltering in Place – Day 76
Getting to know a person — even a fictitious one — takes time, thought, energy, trial and error. Sometimes they get pissed off and you don’t know why. Sometimes they laugh when you think they should cry. You thought they’d like bagels in the morning but they don’t. A living, breathing character, even one on…
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Sheltering in Place ?? Day 75
We live a two-bedroom, two-bath condo, coming in at 1223 sq. feet. I mention this because we have 4 landlines, plus 2 smartphones. This means that at about every two feet, give or take, you are going to fall over a phone. This plethora of phones wasn’t by design, but happenstance. When you shop at…
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Sheltering in Place – Day 74
Happiness. So Let’s talk kitty litter. I’ve been nervous about going to the pet store. Sheltering in place, doncha know. So lately, I have been buying my litter online. Much more expensive, especially the green tea litter I like. Let me be clear about this. Ellie doesn’t seem to care. Just keep it coming and…
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Sheltering in Place – Day 73
Today a dear friend had a coloscopy. She was looking forward to it because she would be able to socialize with someone other than her husband. The doctors and nurses wore masks, as did she. Before she went under she listened to them chatting over rock music playing in the background. Hubby went to a…
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Sheltering in Place – Day 72
Okay, so you want to write a novel. You’re excited, filled with energy, hope, and something to say. You can’t wait to start the process, do the research, meet the characters, and create a spiffy plot, all that good stuff. If you’re a mystery writer like me, you pretty much know what the ending is…
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Sheltering in Place – Day 71
We’re having a heatwave. I don’t know how tropical it is, but it sure is hot. For three days it’s been well over 90 degrees. For a writer with a deadline, though, other than going out and watering the plants, I’ve been chained to my desk. I’m forcing myself to make do with airconditioning and…
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Sheltering in Place – Day 70
Mail call is a pretty organized thing around our house these days. And I have not earned the name Decontaminatrix for nothing. Always on the lookout for cross-contamination, how to deal with the mail was initially tricky. But I devised a plan. Playing on the good cop/bad cop routine, one of us is the Dirty…
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Sheltering in Place – Day 69
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it…
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Sheltering in Place – Day 68
I am a crazy writer. I admit it freely. Even though I try to write every day, I got thrown off my stride by the silliness of trying to write a romance novel, which was a kiss of death for me. I fell behind on my self-imposed deadlines and have yet to catch up. Christmas…
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Sheltering in Place – Day 67
I have a lot of time on my hands these days. I was struck by the idea of potty training my cat, Ellie, to use the facilities instead of the litter pan. I trip over her litter pan every time I go into the laundry room, so this seemed like a good idea. It can’t…
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Sheltering in Place – Day 66
I bit the bullet and decided to color my hair today. What, what, you say?? She colors her hair??? I thought she was a nat– Oh, wait a minute. I already did that. Okay, so yes I do. And I have done so most of my life. And it’s all because of Gregor Mendel. You…