Wanderlust is a great word. Originated from the German-language, it means “a great desire to travel, or rove about.” It sounds poetic and pretty awesome, and it explains part of my absence from this blog since my oh-so enlightening “Year 44” post back in March (insert eye roll here).
Year 44
Another year has come and gone and I’m grateful for the opportunity to take another orbital spin around the sun. Time passes a lot faster these days then I wish it would, still, I’m not ashamed of my age—at least not yet. I think the reason life seems so short is because we literally spend…
One sock on, one sock off
Lately I’ve been waking up with one sock on and one sock off. Usually it’s my left foot that ends up sockless, while the sock on my right foot seems perfectly in place. When this happens, I get up and go about my morning routine while walking around the house wearing only one sock because,…
Carry On, Asshole
So, it’s mid-January, and right about now is when all those New Year’s resolutions you made two weeks ago start to fade into oblivion—along with what little money you had left in your bank account after Christmas. Personally, I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. I think they’re just one more way of setting myself up…
Don’t stop believing
For some reason Christmas is the time of year when I feel the least inspired. Lately, instead of writing or enjoying holiday drinks with friends like normal people, you can usually find me wrapped in a blanket on the couch with my favorite winter cocktail (decaf with a splash of Baileys) either binge watching Game…
Let’s all get stoned and make out
Now that I have your attention, let’s get down and dirty and talk about something completely opposite from the title of this blog. Never fear though, I’ll come back to the getting stoned and making out part, but bear with me while I pontificate on something that makes us all shudder—criticism. We all hate criticism,…
Geeking out
A good friend commented to me recently about how she’s sometimes surprised by the random facts I’m able spew off the top of my head about writers. (I think she meant useless facts, but she’s a nice person so I appreciated her careful choice of words.) I fully admit, when I’m interested in a writer I…
The Shit Show
Okay, this isn’t a parenting blog, but raise your hand if you feel like a big fat failure in the ancient art of parenting? If you didn’t immediately reach for the sky, let me save you some time—stop reading now. If you think you’re perfect and your child is excelling in every way possible, not…
Stuck in the slush
The “slush pile” has nothing to do with Wisconsin winters or brown semi-frozen water. It’s what happens when a whole lot of people write books and then send them off to literary professionals (editors, agents, publishers) who can’t possibly keep up with the insurmountable pile of work that crosses their desks. The slush pile is the…