Goals: not accomplished. I finished the outline for the work stuff at work; no biggie. But every time I sat down to type out that first draft, Ray decided to do something cute. Ooooh, very cute. Mostly her new thing is to fold her hands together as if she’s praying, and then shake them forward […]

Well, rather than put it off and stress myself out over it, I’m going to start writing e-mails letting people know that I have this up and going. I hate announcing things. You know, for a person with such arrogant self-confidence in my destiny (and oh, yes, I am going to be a writer…a mid-list

I need a standard punctuation mark that indicates a tangent follows. Parentheses…brackets…it seems like I should come back to a point or something.

Finished first draft yesterday, considering the inclusion of a beastly pun…no, I guess I’m not so much considering it as sniggering over the sounds I anticipate from my husband when he reads it. Goal: type out first draft, print (I wrote it out longhand. I don’t know if this happens to anyone else, but it’s

Goal of the day: finish first draft of current story, “The Name of the Feather.” Actually, the first draft has been previously completed, but I tossed it. It was…dare I say it? It was too smart-assed. Spent yesterday outlining the current first draft; sat down this morning and wrote most of the first draft in

Great. Now that I have a blog, I don’t know what to write. Typical. Let me introduce myself to those of you who don’t…wait. Nobody’s reading this yet.

trysting…trysting…