Traveling Plague

That ear plague I mentioned last week…? It blossomed into a full week of zombie-fication completely at odds with any previous illness experience I’ve ever had. My fever was just below 100F all week (didn’t break until yesterday), the pain was alternately excruciating and mind-numbing, and the infection involved the nerves in my jaw in Traveling Plague

Trust the Madness

It’s been a lovely week: No school work due, just normal madness at the office, and lots of writing time. So that stretch goal I set last week…? Not so stretchy after all: I wrote 6,708 words. Finished one short story and got about halfway through the last one for my spooky collection. I’m still Trust the Madness

The Gentle Bump of the Return Home

I’m home again. I’m happy, really, to have my bed back, and my husband, and my girleez… but it’s always sad to leave behind people you really care about after a heckuva lot of fun and untold interesting conversations. While I was helping my mom re-settle into her house later this week, I added meeting The Gentle Bump of the Return Home

Writers Having Fun

It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to take a non-family-visit kind of vacation. I’ve been enjoying this one for all it’s worth–staying up late, talking about anything that comes to mind, and realizing that for any small, superficial differences, I have a very good friend in Gayla. The storms in Texas on Writers Having Fun

In Real Life

I woke up this morning at the ungodly hour of 4AM for a very good reason: I FINALLY got the chance to meet some of my online besties. Gayla and I have been talking about catching up in the flesh for well over a year. Our first plan was to attend a writer’s conference in In Real Life

New Round, Old Goals

It might be that I’m punchy. It might be that I’m feeling at least slightly overwhelmed most of the time these days. It might also be that the idea of committing to goals that I’m pretty sure are both laughable and potentially out of reach makes me feel a tad punch-drunk. However, it is mandated New Round, Old Goals

Next Level

I saw the image to the right on Facebook the other day and 1. did a spit-take and 2. thought, “how appropriate”! Seems like just when things settle down one way, they go wild in another. You will have noticed (maybe… I hope!) that I skipped posting last week. After 3 weekends of too much Next Level

Trusting Myself

I happened to see the Lakota prayer I’m posting here in one of my very few 5-minute Facebook breaks this week. It spoke to me because of the way it talks about walking in balance and trusting those inner knowings that are so easily drowned by the hectic pace I’ve been chasing for the past Trusting Myself

Way Too Much

If I thought last week was bad with too much on my plate at work… Could we please rewind to a time when a regular US work week was 40 hours? Or is there someone in Europe who has a job for me at a much-more-humane 32 hours of full-time work? (While we’re visiting dreamland, Way Too Much