My doctor is not neurospicy. She has an ego that worries me. On the 6th of the month, I received an email saying that I need to talk to my doctor about getting a blood test due to high blood calcium level. On the 9th, I requested an appointment and by the 10th, I had … Continue reading 100 Words on my Doctor
Can I call again? Of course. Sometimes when a friend calls they don't need advice. They need you to listen and reassure them that they aren't a bad person for setting boundaries. You listen and speak when called. You listen and don't insert yourself. You listen and when you expect that the process will begin … Continue reading 100 Words Talking To A Friend
Everyday I have a simple goal. Write a hundred words a day. A hundred words closer to my next book/blog or article. For the last two weeks, I've been on break from the day job and I've virtually ignored my keyboard except for five hundred words that the muse demanded that I write. s Still, … Continue reading 100 Words on a Sunday Night
Everyday I wake up day with the hope that today will day that make another concrete step towards writing for a living. And somedays, I make that step. Other days, I fall into bed only having day dreamed about the stories I wanted to tell. Writing for a living or writing for my main paycheck … Continue reading Writing for a Living
These last couple of months, I have been trying to finish the edits on The Devil's Due. And it really hasn't been going anywhere. Most of my long term writing projects including this blog have stalled. The pressure from my day job, the ongoing pandemic and family issues have been taking their toll. Then add … Continue reading Writer Underwater
This morning brought the news that Anne Rice, the great dame of American Horror Writing, past away. Her son broke the news. Her first book and most famous book "Interview with a Vampire" in 1976 when she was 35. I am ten years older than she was when she published her first book. A book … Continue reading All Hail the Queen
Ok is a foreign state of being. There is only doing what I need to do to get through the next minute, hour, day. I get by like this and the days have turned into weeks and months. Moments of happiness are mixed with every other emotion. Each breath, each dawn a victory or a stalemate.
New blogs and adventures are beginning after all, what is the fun in making the rational. Poe didn't reach greatness until he had experienced long periods of horrible sanity.
Florida was my home for 18 years. In a way, it will always be my home. So much of who I am today was formed in the Sunshine State, albeit from the shadows as I am not really found of heat or sun. Yes, I did willingly move to Florida but until you live here you don't understand how oppressive the sun is. It never really stops trying to scorch the invaders so it can go back to being a happy mosquito infested swamp. We all have our glory days, and Florida misses when its very nature repelled development.
Wow, what a month!! It is hard to believe that in five days it will be over. And then it will be back to my day job and the stresses and pressures of being an American educator.