Category: Authors

Kid 2 came with me on the 4.5 miler yesterday morning, just after my moaning post. She gave me ideas. Or talking to her and listening to her I thought of a couple, anyway. Oh, so this is why I had kids. Now it’s all becoming clearer. Not only that, but I discovered that she

Yeah! A thousand words before kids are up. I should do more, I know, but I have this tiny problem. At half-way through my first draft, I still don’t know exactly what my main character wants. Oops. It seems clear that she wants to be accepted, but that’s already fine. Because even though the people

I know how you were all concerned. I won’t leave you wondering. The Muse returned this morning. Turns out she really likes to have me to herself – first thing in the morning, when all the house is quiet. So I get a thousand words put in, and I even know what to write next

Oh, dear. I think my muse might have died. She is certainly not perched on my shoulder right now, whispering sparkling and witty dialog into my ears. I took a small break from my word goals for the past couple days to do schooly stuff with my kids (like authory visits – some fun, some

Kid 2: Death is the number one killer in America. Warn your friends. Kid 3: Isn’t death the number one killer in, like, Japan, too?

Is it so wrong to want to be universally liked? Not even universally respected, just liked. I like almost everybody I know. I can’t think of the last time I said, “I hate that guy” about someone outside a book. Can’t everybody just like me back? It’s not so hard, really.

… well, they can’t all be great.

Laundry (but it’s doing itself, sort of – in the dryer) Garden (still barren, but weed-less) Dinner (but we’re eating with friends, so it’s minimal prep on my part) Writing (obviously) Sunbathing (I came inside 15 minutes ago) Playing with my kids (nobody’s home but me) Worrying (about anything) Exercising patience (about the 2 current