Recently, my office location changed, and my commute went from twelve minutes to just shy of an hour, one way. This would be annoying for anyone who was used to having work be right around the corner, but for me there was an extra concern. I drive a 1996 Honda Accord, which is a GREAT … Continue reading that breaky-uppy feeling: on the loss of a car I loved
I’ve been meaning to write for so long, and haven’t found (made) the time. Forgive me in advance for the odd mind dump that's sure to follow. I’m finally sitting down with some tea. It’s been strange, leading two lives – my “average American” life, and my writer’s life, which gets just a sliver of … Continue reading on writing, life, time, symbols, and getting it all done
So, I'm up to chapter 10 in House of Leaves. GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHG. It's a frustrating book. Now, I did a lot of research in school, and I've loved reading Terry Pratchett's Discworld novels for years, nigh on a decade, so footnotes don't scare me. The problem I have is that whatever is causing the book to … Continue reading house of annoying
So, I belong to a wonderful poetry group called the Faxon Poets, based in Elmwood CT (a mini-town of West Hartford). The group is fantastic, the people are wonderful, and I love meeting with them monthly to laugh and read and share and critique. When I lived 10 minutes from there (and my boyfriend's apartment, … Continue reading on the lamentable lack of writing groups in the farmington valley
I've made a discovery. Background: I used to work out every day, sometimes more than once a day. I had a gym at work where I was allowed to take an hour for lunch (because I was a consistent top performer for years in a row) and go down to the gym for classes. The … Continue reading navigating the closet
My pages keep disappearing and reappearing. Hm.