Author: bethovermyer

Last week's post was dismal...I assume. I can't quite remember it and won't be refreshing that memory. So, let's just say I was glum and sick and...okay, we'll I'm still sick, but the point is that I have lost the point. And without a point, one can easily lose the thread of what I am… Continue reading I’m Baaack

Last week, I posted a fictitious tale that held a kernel of truth in it's sun-stretched palms. This week, friends, I am going to share some cold, hard truths.... Several things in life are certain: Death (? - maybe? I believe in the Rapture, so I don't know if I'll die...fun thought, huh?) Taxes *cough*… Continue reading Panic! at the Desk–Oh

(First published on Medium) From tongue, to ear, to pen, to page: I spun a story. Not any old bit of gossip and tale, mind, but such a fat piece of news, it was beyond my self-control to let it starve in the cold, cruel dark. The particulars of such a piece of news, in… Continue reading I Am Invention

Before we close the curtain on 2016--and good riddance! This year has been a nuisance--there are several things I'd like to accomplish. They are as follows (aren't I all hoity-toity?): Write 10,000 more words on the "goblets novel." Participate in NaNoWriMo, writing at least 50,000 words on the circus freaks novel Survive the rest of my… Continue reading Before the Year’s Out…

Men and women supposedly react very differently when sick. I don't like to sort people into groups, but this is what I've witnessed in my family: Sick Dad: *feeble voice* i am so sick. i am dying. want me to cough for you? Sick Sister: I will not get sick. I will sanitize ALL THE THINGS. Sick… Continue reading The Usual Cliche Horror Stories: Colds

Today I got to write with my good friend Ruthie! Here are my observations: Hot, brisk tea on my tongue. The cool lulling in the air speaks, whispers "fall." My skin saps in the moisture, the remnants of the morning, from the air. Crick, tap, skatch, rum. Two men snerk over good times and sports. The… Continue reading Today’s Words…

I'm going to write the book one day. A memoir/self-help book entitled: How Bethy Got Her Groove Back. Hmm. Might need to work on that one... ANYWAYS It will be the book of books, one to tell people how I bungee-jumped off the Cliffs of Insanity and lived to tell the tale, and there were… Continue reading Inconceivable!

Did not write 15k? Do not collect your dignity. Go straight to jail. Just kidding...well, about the dignity thing. I failed to write 15,000 words on the third. But I'm not giving up on myself or my writing. Things have just been a bit stressful lately. It's a blip. It'll pass. What about you? Have… Continue reading Soooo…THAT Didn’t Happen

Hiya. I'm just going to touch base briefly. My stats this year have been...well, not very good. BUT I've written over 88,000 words, guys! WOOT! And tomorrow I plan on trying to write... 15,000 words! ...because I am a masochist. Care to join me in setting a ridiculous goal for tomorrow? Post in the comments,… Continue reading It’s September?

SUPER BETHY! Just kidding. Nothing super about me*...except for that one time when I slapped a hand-dryer and it started working again. Everyone called me the Fonz for the rest of the day. It was awesome. Just sayin'....anyway... Things have not gotten any less crazy-busy here. Still helping the Sisterly One with her kids and… Continue reading Crazy Times Call for…