Yet Another Blogging Challenge #NaBloPoMo

NaBloPoMo November 2013



Yes, I said I wasn’t going to do any more challenges for a while. Well, it’s been a while since June. *cough* What? It has. So, I pick a month in which I’ll be out of town for a week and I have a child’s birthday. Because I never have enough to do. And of course, I didn’t actually plan for this, so I have to go dig out my list of “things I’ll blog about when I get around to it”.

I haven’t done that yet, because I was busy planning for Halloween. Turns out, I am more creative than I thought, so I managed to put together costumes for my kids. Then last night, I had to sit and eat candy while watching ten episodes of Justice League on Netflix while the trick-or-treaters ignored my apartment. Today we had candy hangovers, which we remedied by eating more candy. Now I just need a long nap and some protein. Tomorrow I’ll start being productive.

Want to join in? There’s still time to join the blogroll.

A-Z Challenge: Ego



For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to participate in the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. If you want to see the other 1,800+(!) blogs, check  out the list here.


No, first is early. As in, 9 A.M. is too stinking early to wake up when you didn’t go to sleep until after 4 A.M. And I can’t even blame an alarm clock; I just woke up. Very frustrating. Nothing was keeping me from sleeping later. So, I will endeavour to make sense, but my apologies if I don’t.

Just this week, a blog post I wrote in December gained new life and visitors and shares skyrocketed. I’ll talk more about that post and what happened in tomorrow’s post. (Look at me! Planning ahead and stuff!) Today I want to talk about separating a writer or artist from her work.

I think what I’m saying applies to all creators, whether they be writers, painters, or sculptors, but I’m going to use writing through most of this, because it’s what I do, and it’s easier to have one focus. Also, I’m trying to stick to less than 500 words.

I’ve heard authors say that once you publish a book, you’ve released it into the world, and, as with a child you have raised and molded into what you hope is a compassionate, giving person rather than an axe-murderer, you must let go. You have no control over whether anyone likes or dislikes your work. You’ve put what you had into it and your part is done. I agree completely.

As a writer, you must write. There is no “Will I?” or “Should I?” You’ve been given the talent and the inspiration. The only thing you get to choose is if you will discipline yourself to explore and develop that talent. You are a writer. That’s it. You write. You learn, you live, then you write some more. Continue reading

The Good Old Days

First, let me say that I have no idea why Feedburner sent ten posts out this afternoon. I’m sure it had something to do with changing the feed, but I had no control over it and had no idea it would do that. At least it was just one email. Still, I’m sorry about the glitch, and I’m hoping it was a one-time thing.

Okay, so it looks like I may be posting every day after all, because the nag in my head won’t leave me alone. Someone want to come take her out to dinner or something so she’ll leave me alone? From April through November, I posted every day, sometimes more than once a day. I thought I took December off, but I still had 16 posts in December. And after the first few days, I was okay with not posting daily. I had so much going on that I was okay with giving myself permission to take a break. Apparently the break is over. Now that I’ve started posting again, it’s like a compulsion. Surely there’s treatment for this…

While someone’s working the whole blog rehab thing, here’s some Bennett stuff for you. (For those who are new here, he’s three, and frequently makes appearances on the blog because the stuff he says is much funnier than anything I come up with.)

When asked what he wanted for a snack: “Something fascinating.”

He no longer says, “You’re belpum.” We’ve graduated to, “You’re wel-um.” We’re still working on C and K sounds.

I keep my tape measure on my desk because I use it to measure the stuff I put on ebay. He grabbed it, spread his arms out, looked at the tape, and said, “I’m seventeen long!”

Just tonight, he asked me, “Remember the good old days, Mama?”