Today I bring you a thrilling story in several parts. Adventures in Air Travel!

( Part One: Barbecue is unavailable, please try eggs or bourbon )

Boy do I not want to write this. I knew it would happen, I'd get sick or something and get out of the habit for a day or two, and then it would feel like pulling teeth to write the next one. I guess I'll just do what I always do when I have no idea how to approach these, and babble ( Read more... )

( Sinus infection TMI and what the hell do I do about trying to fly home? )

( I feel guilty as all hell over being sick and contagious )

For my birthday, I asked for new black cowboy boots. Mom said she'd get them for me, and we could go shopping for them when I was in Nashville. Today was that day, so Sister picked us up, we went out to brunch, and then we went to Nashville Boot Company.

Now first off, I did indeed find black boots, just exactly what I'd wanted. They're Ariat men' ( Read more... )

The sound of raindrops hitting the air conditioner suspended from my old bedroom window, rain pattering down on the attic eaves overhead, is soothing. It's a calm sort of rain, steady and melodic, and I want to let it lull me to sleep. It's late here, well after midnight, though I've not bothered changing my computer's clock to the local timezone, ( Read more... )

The red eye. A packed airplane, every seat sold, from San Francisco to Dallas. The aisle seat because window wasn't available, but thank god I wasn't in the middle. Being one of only a handful awake in the darkened cabin, listening to Terry Pratchett's Wee Free Men and trying to keep my blood circulating in cramped calves, awkwardly placed ankles, ( Read more... )

The whole point of morning pages, according to the book The Artist's Way, is that you get up in the morning and do a brain dump of stuff, and that frees the creative channels so you can then go on about your day writing fiction or painting pictures or crafting sculptures from tiny hummingbird eggs, or otherwise create in whatever way your ( Read more... )

This Morning Page was a difficult one to write. And it might be a difficult one for some people to read. I talk about child abuse and broken relationships with God. I considered marking it private, but I think it's worth sharing. Worth discussing. ( Can God's love fill the void? )

I took a couple of days off from Morning Pages, but it was my birthday and I decided that was okay. Yesterday, to be exact. Another year has ticked by, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. I think perhaps because my birthday falls so close to New Year's I am prone to extra degrees of introspection and self-scrutiny, analyzing my successes and ( Read more... )