Sixteen months is a record for me. Over time I thought, why bother going back? It’s too hard, too embarrassing, too much failure, too exposing. But then one Saturday morning when, honestly, I am fantasizing about going way back to when Saturday mornings meant I could stay in my pajamas watching cartoons and eating CaptainContinue reading “Go Easy On Me”
Tag Archives: Writers Block
Love Hurts
Recently I was in a library. You know the scene. Paper rustling, old cushioned chairs, an indestructible rug, hushed voices, overhead air blowing, throats clearing, necks cracking, lots of wooden shelves and cubbies and tables, pale-faced librarians smiling shhhhh. I was going to go to Starbucks but then the library beckoned. There wasn’t green iced teaContinue reading “Love Hurts”
There’s Always One
Today in the car I was behind a school bus. The kids looked young – maybe 4th graders – probably off to day camp. A bunch of boys were in the back seats. Aren’t they always? These are the kids that want to feel older, cooler. At the stop light one of them peeked aroundContinue reading “There’s Always One”
Babel
This happens to me now and then. Instead of writers block I get readers block. There are a million beach reading lists out there and I blink at them and don’t know where to start. I read the NY Times Book Review and wonder, who are all these people writing? I look through books onContinue reading “Babel”
Decisions Decisions
Every day there are thousands of decisions to make. Do I pick through these old blueberries for breakfast or get a greasy egg sandwich from Dunkin Donuts? Do I bend down and pick up that ball of dog fur or walk past it again? Do I write to my Congressman or watch reruns of ParksContinue reading “Decisions Decisions”
And It Stoned Me To My Soul
Today I have a day off and I want to write. So I emptied and loaded the dishwasher, watched 2 cooking shows, finished the last chapter of Trans Atlantic, looked up recipes for vegan caesar salad dressing which led to trying to find recipes for inspiring lentil casseroles (an oxymoron?), which took me to toContinue reading “And It Stoned Me To My Soul”
This Old House
Today we are having some work done on the house. If you own a home, you know what a scary sentence this is. Strangers invade, banging, sawing, talking in code about things you know will cost more money. Things start, then stop and you’re not sure why. Music you would never listen to is turnedContinue reading “This Old House”
You’re Just My Type
A few days ago my car broke down. It was outside a Starbucks near Brown University. I waited for a tow for an hour and a half. Between calls to the dealership, the tow guy, and the vet (Dog Number 3 had her lady parts removed), there was a lot of good old fashioned peopleContinue reading “You’re Just My Type”
Ashes to Ashes
Wow. Look at this shabby old blog. I haven’t been here since December last year. When I tried to get on I got kicked off for using the wrong password. It is dusty and rusty around here, let me tell you. How do you add an image? Why is this font so small? But theContinue reading “Ashes to Ashes”
Scatterbrained
Can you have ADD only in regards to one thing, like cooking or on-line shopping or car maintenance, or in my case perhaps, writing? I am starting to wonder about myself as a writer. Well, I suppose I have always wondered about myself as a writer, thus this blog. I’ve chalked up a lot to fearContinue reading “Scatterbrained”
In the Chair 