The year is not yet out, but I’ve surpassed my goal of reading twenty books in 2015 with the grand total of twenty-seven! (I haven’t included them all on GoodReads.) Here are most of them: How goes YOUR reading in ’15?
So, I took a break from writing yesterday, as I usually do on Sundays. BUT I did some plotting. And I did some more plotting today. And I am so excited I can’t even…I think that’s why I accidentally wrote two NaNoWriMo posts and, er, posted them. Oops. Forgive me? Please? Here’s a picture of […]
NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), as I believe I’ve mentioned, quickly approacheth. That means late hours, lots of caffeine, a sense of panic and dread, lack of sleep, madness…Wait, panic and dread? Really? Here are some ways to overcome your fear of writing 50,000 words in 30 days: Don’t participate – Run away while you […]
You walk into a bar. But it’s not any old bar. It’s a karaoke bar. But it’s not any old karaoke bar. It’s a Par-a-do-ke Bar! What will you sing? Here is an option (can you guess the original?): Sweet dreams are made of tea Oolong, instant, Dar-Jee-Ling Sencha, Grey (Earl), and the Ceylon tea Everybody’s […]
Anyone else doing National Novel Writing Month this year? If so (even if NOT) here is a must-have and must-do list for you: Watch NaNoMusical by WeTangent on Youtube Or listen to the soundtrack (and buy it. Please?) Visit the NaNoWriMo website, but of course You NEED caffeinated mints BACK UP YOUR WORK! Get outline […]
PROBLEM The Internet: the wonderful tool of procrastinators everywhere. SOLUTION Writer’s Block, the free word processor that blocks you out of everything else (Internet, your wallpaper/icons, everything) until you reach your word quota…or the time limit you set for yourself. (And now I really feel like an ad man–er, woman.) EAR CANDY This song: Square Circles EYE […]
The moon was full and pink She’d had too much to drink They say the moon ’tis made of cheese Listen close: it’s made of these: Promises you’ll never keep Scars that run too long, too deep The witch’s laugh, her sprightly cackle A roving spade, a wormy apple The rotting stench of rancid pears […]