I think I'm unconsciously angry
cloudya replied to your photo: GPOYW where did this day go? Time to pick up the… Are you…are you flipping me off? I didn’t even realize my finger was out. It’s been a day, let me tell you.
idrvfast: Morris Day and The Time - Jungle...
Thank you, you awesome tumblronies!
One more time with feeling
Last time, I promise. Voting closes tomorrow for that Medium Raw Challenge essay contest, so I’m hoping I can annoy a few more of you into popping over there to read my essay and vote for it. If you already have, thank you so much, and I’m much obliged if you have time to do it again (you can vote once a day). I’m now at #245 of 1832. Thank you!
whatiloveaboutmusic: Barry Manilow - Weekend in...
Nothing holds my interest today. I could sleep the...
Gasping for air
Ty did something with his cologne this morning that turned it into a trap I fell into and now I’m covered in it. I have no idea how this is even possible. I guess I walked through a cloud of it? I have a pounding headache and my sinuses are throbbing, and just now I got some in my mouth somehow, and it was powdery and flaky and I’m guzzling coffee to try to get the taste off of my...
Feast or famine
I’m in that feast phase with work right now and there are so many colors, textures, flavors, and PILES on my plate that I’m gagging on the very thought of having to eat it all. Paying bills on time will be nice, though.
I posted a new installment. I might be having a little too much fun with this.
Listen to new release Live, Volume 3 by The Avett... →
You can take this job and shove it →
idrvfast: I don’t have a problem with heights, but even this scared the shit out of me. I had to stop watching because my legs went completely numb and tingly with fear and I broke out in a sweat even though I’m sitting here safely in my living room on the first floor of my house with my fingers on the keyboard, which is oh, two feet off the ground. No. Effing. Way.
can't. stop. yawning.
Lila bean’s fever went away but she passed out on the floor this morning and spent a few hours barfing. She’s feeling much better and holding down the homemade chicken broth with jasmine rice. I have a pounding headache and think I hear my pillow calling my name in an unholy voice, but I have so much work to do. Not that I can focus on the words well enough to put them in the proper...
Sunday Karma Crepes
It’s what’s for dinner.
Some of the eggplant in my all-day-ratatouille is...
In case you wondered.
Karma's a bitch
Chris was making some hillbilly garage sale shelf racks presentable enough to put on the wall above my desk this afternoon. He took them to the paint booth at work and came back about four hours later, walked to my desk, held them up against the wall, walked back out the door, got in the truck, and disappeared. He came back a couple of hours later, said hi, that smells good (ratatouille), then...
There are so many people I wish were telling me...
Far away Kelly is far away.
I think I understand now
I couldn’t really figure out why I stopped working on my novel again. I was rolling along so beautifully. The ideas were flowing fast and the characters talked to me constantly. Then I just stopped. I think I get it now… I don’t accomplish much else when I’m writing fiction. You want to eat? You want clean laundry? You’re sick of tripping over my piles of crap?...
Reading and writing
You know how sometimes you’re reading a story and you want to read it and enjoy it because it won an award, so it must be good? But, you’re ten paragraphs in and all you can think is how the hell did this thing even make it past a slush pile with this passive voice? What is the point of this story? You haven’t read a word that made you care about a thing and you think you should...
my husband doesn’t have his own email account. it boggles the mind.
Why Dan seldom Tumblrs
atfrageelay: (You’re goddamned right, I made it a verb): I edit his posts. After he posts them. “Stupid writer-for-a-wife …” that’s why Chris doesn’t even have an email address.
Shorpy Shorts - Short Fiction
I love looking at the old photos on shorpy.com because often a story unfurls in my mind and the people on the page whisper things to me. It’s happened enough times that I decided to start writing them down. I’m posting them on a new tumblr if you’re interested in following along. Shorpy Shorts
A big favor, please
I’m posting this request again for the weekend morning readers. If you’ve been following along, you know I love to cook. You might also know I write and have been working on a few projects, one of which is a memoir/cookbook. One of the goals I set for myself this year is to get back to writing personal essays and submitting them. Life intervened in an uncomfortable way and I lost a...
Read my Medium Raw challenge essay: Because we're... →
Please click on over and read my short essay (500 words) answering Tony’s question “why cook well?”. If you like it, I’d really appreciate it if you’d also vote for me and spread the word. I had great fun writing this piece! Thanks, tumblroos! Edit: sorry, I should have also mentioned that you have to register or sign in with facebook to vote, and you can vote once...
Please. Please. Please...
Use your thesaurus with abandon. And with a dictionary.
What is this
light years? uuuuuu my brain hurts.
::sniff:: that is all.
This is what happens when I fall back to sleep...
I look up from the dining room table where I’m sorting things to keep and things to give away. He’s standing in the kitchen as if we still live together. As if twelve years have not already slipped through our fingers, and I don’t have a well-established life elsewhere, with another. As if he hasn’t made his choice that night in February. As if his home is not guaranteed —...
I started Level 3 of The Shred today, and holy hell it kicked my ass. I can see it’s going to take some time to be able to do all of those moves without radical modification and frequent five-second breather breaks. I can also see I’m going to need to lay off the beer or two at the end of the day. I can’t even remember close to half of what I did this morning because it took...
Across the universe
When I scroll through last night’s dash in the mornings, there are often photo posts of deep space. It’s so strange to look into them when I’m half-awake, just taking my first sips of coffee, and reacquainting myself with the world again. Often, I find myself going back to the photo to stare into it so I can feel that cold hand squeeze my heart. Feel the certainty of the earth...
It would be nice if they had a hot tub. Just...
Our friends bought a bottle of Patron. I’ll see you all on Tuesday. Or Friday.
I made it through my workout without collapsing, but I’m pretty sure that fourth beer was a bad idea, even if it was five hours after the first beer. Oh, and Benjamin Button made me cry for an hour straight, and now I know exactly what time of the month it is.