Pushing through

I’ve blogged seven days in a row. Yesterday, I had already run out of things to say. To keep going, I pulled a prompt from a reflection deck of cards, wrote for ten minutes, and published. Today, I was tempted to just not post. But I know what happens when I don’t post: one day … Continue reading Pushing through

No time to moodle

Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people. – Anonymous I’m in a funk.  As I mentioned in a previous post, amidst the busyness of summer, I am not spending much time in contemplation.  My writing is suffering for it. At first I didn’t mind.  I was having fun with the … Continue reading No time to moodle

Writer’s Block

I have officially run out of story ideas.  A friend of mine has encouraged me to submit work to the Southern Women‘s Review, and as the deadline approaches, I find myself creatively crippled. I am a Southern woman, born in the South, raised in the South, and after a few years in the not-South, we … Continue reading Writer’s Block

Stitching Sentences

Instead of staring into a cold glow of pixelated light this morning, I kept the computer shuttered away in its desk and sat by the window, where blackness transitioned to grey, and grey blushed warm and pink as dawn approached.  I turned on a lamp, pulled Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones from the shelf, … Continue reading Stitching Sentences


It took every ounce of willpower in me, but I worked out this morning. I wanted more than anything to just stumble over to my French press and make my morning cup of coffee, but I’ve been crabby lately, and between the rum balls, pralines, snowball cookies, and hot toddies (not to mention the cut-out … Continue reading Inertia