Work is, in fact, a four letter word.I am about to travel 450+ miles round trip in one day (again), through not-quite Steinbeck country, to spend four hours trying to solve computer program woes for the enthusiastic but clueless. On the one hand, if we can eliminate the user errors, this is actually a really cool project that I am mostly enjoying ( Read more... )

Be it ever so smoky and weird-moonscape-looking-hill-surrounded, there is no place like home and, as of yesterday evening, we are back in ours. Yay! Toasting this fact last night with a nice glass of wine, I tried not to make the obvious jokes about smoky notes but eventually gave in because, hey, you’ve got to laugh. And if something actually ( Read more... )

To be California lady with a love for British television is, all too often, like being a member of secret club that absolutely baffles you with its persistence in remaining a secret. I mean, it’s not as if this club’s members are trying to keep the secret. Quite the contrary - we’re dying to find someone, preferably a great many someones, who want ( Read more... )

Finally. Writing accomplished! Well, some of it anyway.

Just when I was getting ready to send out a search party for my lost creative spark, train of thought and, indeed, most basic ability to put pen to paper and yield results, who should come trooping back out of the ether but my muse. Guess I don’t have to put those posters up now, eh? Yeah. ( Read more... )

Murphy’s Law, Section 342, Paragraphs 1 through 4: The Writers’ Clauses

(1) The words will come unstuck and begin to flow easily at roughly the same moment you finally decide to give up for the evening and try for some much needed sleep.

(2) The piece you should be writing will become the only piece you need to prod your brain over - suddenly ( Read more... )