Oh, the great philosopher Kenny Loggins. Although, I'm not mocking really. I enjoy Kenny Loggins. Born in the 70s, child of the 80s, that's me.

I haven't been blogging much lately. Mostly because life is busy, and I have to choose where I spend my time. And also because I want to talk about serious things in a serious way, but I always feel that ( Read more... )

Random things make a random post. Ah, the art of blogging - I flail at it.

Next week Scott and I meet with the foster/adoption social worker, and turn in some paperwork. So it begins. I don't really know what to expect, other than the Spanish Inquisition. I think they might have more than the comfy chair in mind, though, when they question us. Well ( Read more... )

Partly because I've been sick lately - not seriously, just a run-of-the-mill cold that means I'm tired and not sleeping well and I notice that I'm mouth-breathing more often than not. Bleah.

I've been thinking a lot about the project I'm working on, but not so much *working* on it, if you get my drift. I haven't kept up with my daily numbers at all ( Read more... )

I stumbled across Kate DiCamillo's website today. I was procrastinating a task that is boring and irritating, and so I was quick-reading bits and pieces of blogs instead, and one blog pointed me to another blog, and so on. But this one made me stop. I was pointed to the November entry in the journal. It is a journal really, more than a blog. One ( Read more... )

Neil Gaiman has something really brilliant and insightful to say about how we as consumers tend to feel like we have the right to tell writers/artists how they should work. Go read his blog post here (it's the second part, in response to a letter).

As a writer, I know I do not write well enough or fast enough for myself, for my own expectations. I ( Read more... )