You will find that I am almost completely silent on Mother's Day and Father's Day. I lost both of my parents within five months of each other between 2007 and 2008, so each holiday is difficult for me. My parents were young, making it all the more devastating. I have a living, constant reminder of … Continue reading Father’s Day
Writing
Let Me Know When It’s My Turn
It's mildly interesting to me that the majority of people don't care how much they bitch to others. They can complain about the same thing every single day for 8-12 hours, but God forbid you want to interject with a thought. Suddenly you're "the enemy" who has interrupted the flow of kvetching. (Please refer to … Continue reading Let Me Know When It’s My Turn
Unfancy
There is no nice way to say "I feel like shit." I thought about it and decided I wasn't going to attempt to gloss it over. That's like buying heavily scented cat litter with the idea in mind that roses will make it all better. Unfortunately, no matter what you do, shit is still shit. … Continue reading Unfancy
Professional Headaches
I am not known for my patience. If you're not a child or a "little" ("Hello littles!" That's how I talk to animals.), my tolerance for you is probably slim to none. God help you if slim leaves town. People's expectations are unreasonable, especially when I am given work that requires hours and hours of … Continue reading Professional Headaches
To Cut Or Not To Cut
In editing, I spend a lot of time "cutting out the crap". Endless amounts of time are spent, weeding through words, cutting what does not mesh well, making everything cohesive in the end. Flow is important when it pertains to writing. In fact, it is crucial. A successful manuscript isn't always about the first draft, … Continue reading To Cut Or Not To Cut
Fucked Up Parents
An acquaintance of mine mentioned the other day that she threw a birthday party for her eight year old daughter. That part of the story started off innocent enough. After all, it's a child's birthday party, not a caviar tasting. She planned the party and sent out invites, ten in total. When her daughter's birthday … Continue reading Fucked Up Parents
Blame It On The Pain
UGH! Yes, that's what I have to say. I'm tired, because apparently "crack of dawn" in my house means "We're all awake Mommy! Don't you want to feed us?" Mmm...not so much. LOL. After truly forcing myself to get things done yesterday, today barely feels like a Sunday. It is quiet, thankfully, and there's supposed … Continue reading Blame It On The Pain
As A Direct Result
I've decided that today is going to be a work-free day. I went to bed this morning sick as a dog. I suspect my brief time out yesterday affected me more severely than it ought to. Within a few hours of coming home, I got my fourth migraine of the week. I took a brief … Continue reading As A Direct Result
