Writer’s Group and Sabbaticals

I went on a sleepover this weekend. My first since quarantine, in fact. Not that I make a habit of sleepovers. Not since I was like sixteen. Except when I get trapped in town due to crazy snowstorms and six-foot snowdrifts. But I went on a sleepover this weekend. With my writer’s group—or most of…

Back in the Office

I went back to work last week. Back to my office, actually. I’ve been working all along. Just from my couch instead of my standup desk. And with free access to snacks. And very little motivation to get out of my pajamas. It’s going to take me a little while to get used to the…

Running Away

I almost got eaten by an alligator this weekend. Maybe it was an alligator gar. Or a catfish. Something. But it tried to eat me, I’m pretty sure. Killer catfish are dangerous too, you know. Maybe I should start at the beginning. I ran away from my life on Thursday. Packed up my car, grabbed…

Keeping Pace

Reading has been hard lately. Isn’t it weird how that happens sometimes? Life gets busy, people need your attention, work takes up more time than you expect, and BAM! You’ve read two books for the whole month. Ouch. I actually don’t remember how many books I read in May. I’d have to check. Hopefully, it…

Potstickers and Pasta Dough

I’m on a dough shtick. Pasta dough, mostly. With a few dumplings thrown in. Okay, what are those things actually called? Dumplings? Potstickers? Momos? I have like ten different names for them in my head and everyone calls them something different and every time I say a name, I’m wrong. As you can tell, it…

Lost in the Mountains

I got lost this weekend. My boyfriend and I went up into the mountains on Saturday. We were heading for Chessman reservoir, up in the mountains. The plan was a picnic . . . roast chicken, sparkling cider, picnic blankets. I was planning on taking pictures. I didn’t take any pictures. We used Google maps,…

A Dozen Worlds

You know what’s crazy about being a writer? Especially one with a full-time job? The worlds I visit. When I first started writing, I had one story. One. I had fragments of others, of course. But one ‘project’. One world that occupied all my time. The characters that whispered over my writing desk and tugged…

Mountains, Mother’s Day, and . . .

23 pounds of fresh lasagna! Man, this was a crazy weekend. Anyone else feel like that? You’d think with social distancing and all that, the weekends would be more restful. You know, binge-watching, lying around on the couch, eating Cheetos and wondering when they’re going to let us out again. Okay, I’ve done my share…

Adapting

I was scheduled to go to a writer’s retreat this last week. Three days in a cabin in Glen Eyre, packed with good food, good friends, and a wonderful mentor. Long walks, gorgeous red rocks, sunsets, and laughter. Obviously, it didn’t happen. There are a lot of things getting canceled just now—for everybody. Flights, concerts,…

Howling at the Moon

This has been a strange week. Stranger than normal, I mean. Yes, I know, the whole world has been strange for the last few—millennium. But this week has seemed a little stranger than normal. From crazy warm weather to snow when I definitely didn’t want snow to changes in my work schedule to projects I…