Author Archives: Drema Drudge

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon has taken down yesterday’s red string from the board. Thank goodness. I don’t know what she was thinking, hot tempered little animal.  She looked at the index cards this morning, sighed a very small raccoon sigh, and swept them all into a drawer before I even had to ask her to. Continue reading “Deep From the Bottom Drawer”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon asked me recently why there are so many novels in which characters slap one another. WR, where did that come from? There’s no point in asking; she is off on a tangent. Okay, raccoon of mine, what are you talking about? She clears her throat, shows me her non-murder board (you’llContinue reading “This One Slaps: A Brief Literary History”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon and I spent early yesterday morning rereading a beautiful little book with passages that need reading aloud, for sure. We took notes on our phone, as well as screenshots of particularly moving sections. We paused in the middle of reading it to write some stanzas of a poem. It is, toContinue reading “To Be Known”

Dear Reader, The angel of death is apparently on overtime, and I’m pissed, exhausted, and sad. Last night, my mother-in-love, Cheryl, died. I called her Mawgy. Her remarried name was Gohman, and I wanted a special name for her when I married into the family, but I didn’t want to call her Mom because IContinue reading “Remembering My Mawgy”

Dear, Dear Reader, Today, Word Raccoon and I are feeling much better. Though the medicine kicked our rear in new and unexpected ways yesterday, so far today we believe we have turned a corner and have maybe gotten over the worst of the side effects. We remain hopeful. I say this to say it feelsContinue reading “Excuse Me, There’s a Name for This?”

Dear Reader, Someone at the café called me Drama today. He was kidding, and he does that sometimes. But I happened to be wearing llama earrings, so naturally I said something about llama drama, and for a few seconds this seemed like a perfectly reasonable use of everyone’s time. I stand by it. Then someoneContinue reading “Wistful in Indiana”

Dear Reader, Yesterday, I didn’t want to do anything on the writing front. This was particularly annoying because physically I am feeling better. Mentally, however, I feel a bit as if my brain had been packed in shipping peanuts. This wasn’t exactly writer’s block, which wouldn’t have mattered because I invented tricks long ago toContinue reading “I Can’t Speak for the Prose”

Dear Reader, September is just being rude to me and Word Raccoon. What with the arthritis medication side effects, which apparently include feeling meh about writing (since when??), making our Coke Zeroes hype us up WAY TOO MUCH, and not really being able to settle down to do anything, well, my friend, it’s not lookingContinue reading “Not Always Sunny in September”

Dear Reader, As Word Raccoon and I were working on a different blog post this morning, I was stopped by something in the distance. It looked like an incredible sweep and funnel of greenish butterflies. And I wondered, do I know of any butterflies of that hue? But then I looked closer, and I couldContinue reading “The Earth is a Hive”

Dear Reader, I did not expect Amor Towles to be wearing skinny jeans. I don’t know what I expected Amor Towles to be wearing, but it wasn’t those. Word Raccoon and I were watching a conversation between Towles and Ann Patchett on YouTube, and while I was completely absorbed by what Patchett was saying, someContinue reading “Amor Towles in Skinny Jeans”