Plunging headlong into the holiday season. Kevin is working on his second batch of cookies for Yule Drop, I've got my first done and in the freezer. I've been asking Kevin for details of his end of the operation to include in my procedural for my food blog. I feel like I've had a really good writing day, though I didn't actually get anything ( Read more... )

Since I started writing again, I've taken some of my old artistic, writerly risks: I almost think of them as pranks, my letters, flyers, and essays. I was invited to write a piece for a men's website on domestic abuse, and it was so sarcastic that I feared they'd reject it. I'm actually still waiting to hear what the committee has to say about it: ( Read more... )

A couple days ago, I was floundering as I recovered from Kevin's "staycation," but I've since recovered and am productive. In fact, doing shit was what I needed to do to stop flailing. Today I had a couple of rewards for my writing. One was getting front page of Open Salon with an Editor's Pick for my essay, "Local tomatoes." Another was having ( Read more... )

Freelancing is taking me out of my comfort zone, consistently; whenever I follow a story, I have to go talk to people, which is the big scary thing that stretches me the most. I have to do other new things, too: drive places I've never been, learn about new subjects, and participate in activities I don't, usually ( Read more... )

I've been writing a bunch everywhere else that I'm writing, but haven't posted here in a few days. It's the start of the July 4th weekend. I just posted a cycling article about my town, and high speed rail coming, and I started my morning with a trip to the farmer's market. Kevin took the dog for a long walky-walk on his bicycle. I just heated up a ( Read more... )

I've been working all week on two pieces. One of them is a short story that I'd hoped to have in shape for a workshop meeting tomorrow night, but it looks doubtful. I still plan to work on it most of tomorrow ( Read more... )

I ran into one of my old customers from the co-op. She remembers my dog's name. I explained that I'd been fired and for what. She offered to talk to one of the managers for me; they must be friends. She also knew about Harpo. I restricted my gossip to talking about myself. I told her that I'd known for months that I was in the position where any ( Read more... )

I updated my profile, which had been pretty bare bones for a little while because I couldn't think of what to say about myself. I try doing it without using a list of identities and it makes me feel like an undergrad ( Read more... )

I'm feeling lonely and like I'm flapping at loose ends. This happens more easily, the more unraveled my routine gets. I haven't even been out of work for a whole week yet ( Read more... )

To rationalize our self-absorption and selfishness, we engage in charity/volunteering. So what we are left with is one step up, two steps back for society. Charity merely signifies an excuse for injustice and demonstrates the failure of a society as a whole.