Why is it easier for me to post on social media than post on a blog? I have an easier time starting a Facebook post and then deciding after it’s mostly written that it is more appropriate on my blog. Once I’ve decided it’s going on the blog, I hit a wall. What’s the deal? Continue reading
Esmeralda gazed up at the noonday sun wondering whether it truly could burn a cosmic hole in her retina.
“What is a retina? Where exactly is it and what does it look like?” She thought.
While contemplating the little black disc surrounded by luminescent iris and pondering the origin of the word “hazel”, a minuscule shadow descended with increasing hostility.
“What the—“ Continue reading
I was sitting on my patio attempting to read Delivered from Distraction: Getting the Most Out of Life with Attention Deficit Disorder. I got about 1-2 sentences in when an idea for a book topic hit me. I picked up my phone and start tapping away on that tiny keyboard.
I paused for a moment of self-reflection and thought of how funny it would be if the authors came upon me right now, book in my lap, phone in my hand, mind most obviously not on what I originally intended. I wanted to take a selfie and post it with a funny tag line, but I had just woken up and was not inclined to share my bed-head.
So I’m posting this pic instead. Here’s my marketing suggestion for the next printing of Delivered From Distraction…
“Over one million copies sold! Nearly two thousand copies read!”
I’m cracking myself up over here. Dorky, easily-amused and loving myself this morning.
(For the record, I’ve finished reading the preface!!)
Recently I was awoken in the middle of the night by the cries of my younger son. As my husband got there before me, I heard my son cry out, “I want Mooooooommmmy!” I spent the next few minutes attempting to comfort both my son and my husband. Because I know that as much as my husband feels exhausted by the constant demands of our kids, as do I, he also wants to feel needed. It’s hard to drag yourself out of bed at night to comfort someone who just demands someone else.
Well, as is often the case when I’m awake late at night (or early in the morning, rather), I quickly became mired in depressing thoughts. Continue reading
Sometimes looking back on my free-writing cracks me up. Looking through an old document I thought I’d never open again, I noticed the following. Apparently, I decided to come up with a mantra to get me started on those days when anxiety has me frozen and distracted. Y’know, like every day. Now, after it’s been buried for who knows how long, I like it. Continue reading
I struggle with writing emotional scenes. In part because I have a hard time admitting that I feel any sort of vulnerable emotion myself and writing about it feels like an admission of that fact. But mostly because I have a tendency to give too many details which leads to telling rather than showing. For example, I might write a scene like: Continue reading
I’ve been trying a couple new things with my writing. I’ve shifted from short stories over to working on a full novel. I was making some progress, but then decided that I needed to work on the quality, trashed most of it and started over. Now I’ve got a few good chapters, but it’s moving forward at a snail’s pace for various reasons: Continue reading
Last week my playgroup had a playdate with a discussion about juggling and self-care. I wasn’t able to attend because I was juggling an appointment with my therapist into my schedule so I could do some self-care. The plan was to read an article about balance before the playdate in order to fuel the discussion.
I wanted to participate in the talk despite being unable to attend so I wrote an email with some of my thoughts. Well, it ended up more like a blog post. I share it here with minimal edits: Continue reading
Am I happy being a work-at-home mom (the term I prefer to stay-at-home mom)? It is by far the most stressful job I’ve ever had and I do have a difficult time with the constant vigilance. Continue reading
Sometimes I have a feeling the universe is trying to tell me something. A while back I was writing about a man I once observed while riding the bus. He was the obligatory crazy man that all buses seem to have. Continue reading