• writing

    The Writing Swamp

    No disrespect to whoever coined the term ‘messy middle’ as an element of the novel (or story, I suppose) writing process. If you aren’t sure what it is, check out this post from Edits Underway. TL:DR – it’s that part where you get stuck and start thinking you’ll never finish. Or where you get down on yourself, that those goo-gobs of words you’ve already written are rubbish. Or where you feel you’ve written yourself in a corner with no way back to a sight-line of a destination. Even with a compelling image like the one above, I struggle with this…

  • Uncategorized

    New Horizons, or Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

    It’s an almost rainy Saturday afternoon and Bowie’s ‘ch-ch-ch-ch’ came to my mind. I just finished organizing my works-in-progress. What had happened was, I had an epiphany about creating a spreadsheet with all my current projects, their genres and wordcounts, titles, loglines, and info listed with their last ‘worked-on’ date. Sure, I have a folder with all these beauties but having this list will make a conversation with my future agent much easier. My space epic is nearing 40,000 words and I’ve almost reached the end of the first section. Two more like this by November and I’ll have completed…

  • Real Life

    Owner of a Broken Heart

    Okay, so that’s not what it’s really called. This song (how is it possible that it’s 41 years old?!) came to mind this morning as I think about the tear-filled evening I spent watching anime last night. It’s been two weeks since I got up and saw how my sweet big boy (dog) Woola was struggling, his wavering steps in the door of my office, how hard he seemed to be … trying to do everything. My heart is still so sore from finding him the morning of 8 January, laying in the hall across from my office where he’d…

  • writing

    Posts from a Temporary Alter-Ego

    One day, I decided I wanted a new pen name. Then, life changed and I realized I am not satisfied with that name, despite the fact that I’ve published under it. It’s just not me, you know? I’m working it out now, trying to decide what my new pen name will be. The posts from the site I’d built for my temporary alter-ego are now integrated here. I’ll be updating the categories for the posts and changing links that went to it over the next few weeks. I’ll ultimately use this site for everything. Appreciate your patience during the flux.

  • Family

    Loss and Loss and Loss and …

    Sputnik, my 11-year-old girl dog, is snoring. Her sleep is uneasy and spreads to me. I am uneasy. We shouldn\’t have favorites between our human and non-human children, but it\’s hard not to, if we tell the truth. Woola is – was – my favorite. He took a turn, or as the nurses who cared for my mom in her final months said, he had a status change last night. I buried my mom the Thursday after Thanksgiving. She\’d been put on hospice the week or so before Thanksgiving and I\’d taken off from home to get there, to be…

  • Books and Stories

    New Digs

    I\’m in a new space but you likely can\’t tell. The name is the same but the overall decor has changed a bit. I decided to hop over to a new web host and while I can\’t promise that I\’ll write more often, I hope to do a bit better than I\’ve done in the past. The thing is, I\’m up to my eyeballs in writing my space epic. Again. Believe it or not, I drafted the initial idea for this science fiction story 10 years ago. Ten. It fought with me and refused to be organized. However, I\’ve gotten…

  • Real Life

    Self-Care

    In case you want to ask the question where you been at, doh?, I figured I\’d offer up the info beforehand. These last two years have been kicking my bootie. I am still reeling I think from 2021, when I worked two full time jobs for the year. I had an anxiety attack in early 2022, just when I was expecting to hit a cruising gear with everything. We moved back east in the late summer of 2022 and you know how much havoc moving makes on the soul. My mom was dealing with health challenges during all that as…

  • Flash

    That Time the Swamp King Saved Love and Television

    I submitted this weird little story to the February Apparition Literary Flash Fiction Contest. It wasn\\\’t accepted and I remembered I had a little corner of this space for the rejects. Enjoy! Alonzo hated begging but was good at it. ‘But you said you wanted to do something with that dating show you started a while back, and it’s a great way to get in the spotlight.’ With a manicured nail, Genevra pushed a curl behind her ear. ‘Alonzo, there is nothing you can say that will make me take all this,’ she waved her hands up and down her…

  • writing

    Grinding the Goals, 2023

    Happy 2023, everybody. I\’m a month (and some change) late writing those words, but keep reading. We moved cross-country last summer and as those who\’ve ever moved a household from one place to another can attest, is a beast. The moving company was a nightmare and we got here about three days before the 2022 summer Voodoonauts Fellowship was due to begin and a week or so before I had to be in-person on my university campus for fall residency. All that happened as I was trying to find my flow after several months of anxiety. As if that wasn\’t…

  • Flash

    Dog Poop Scooping as a Maybe Misdemeanor

    I submitted this 1,204 word piece and received a rejection, so I figured it can\\\’t hurt to share it here. Enjoy. The garage was full of gadgets, sticks, and what all, each promising to make life easier for my dog owner self. A box nearly as tall and wide as my husband landed on the stoop and when he saw it, he grunted. ‘Whatchoo get this time?’ ‘Nothin for you,’ I answered, hoping against hope it would be the last device I’d ever have to buy. The dogs crowded around my knees as I cut open the box and pulled…