Author Archives: Drema Drudge

I tried the “Japanese cheesecake” hack that’s making the rounds so you don’t have to. The “recipe?” Cram as many cookies as will fit into a single-serving container of Greek yogurt. Cover with plastic or pop the lid back on. Refrigerate overnight (or at least a few hours). Verdict? Don’t bother. Just have real cheesecake.Continue reading “Not a Night for Alchemy, Last Night”

“Welp, this is our life now,” Word Raccoon sighed this morning as we wrapped the Cutco knives and boxed them for shipping to be sharpened. It took an hour and a half. To box. Five knives. (Fragments intended.) You might recall that I am not a fan of knives. I started off with this coolContinue reading “This Is Our Life Now, But At Least We Can Control the Language “

You’re allowed to wait for Hank Green to join the “Come on Superman” video trend. (Surely he will?) But Word Raccoon says she doesn’t want to say the “stupid line.” (Although do we know what it even is?) She’s thinking, though. She’s thinking. What is it that she is known for saying repeatedly? Maybe this:Continue reading “Come on Superman, Say Your Stupid Line”

I insulted Word Raccoon today. I knew I would, though I didn’t mean to, and yet I needed her to clean the damn bathroom. The upstairs one. I lulled her into safety by giving her a snack and a cup of coffee and the promise of a real breakfast after Barry’s Zoom meeting was over.Continue reading “Today Was Giving Pandemic”

It snowed last night. A lot. And it’s still snowing. Not the gorgeous, clumpy first snow, the steady kind that keeps coming like it’s clocking in for a shift. It can stop now. I cooked pasta e fagioli for the first time yesterday, which meant leftovers today. It was… respectable. I’m still in my “tryContinue reading “Word Raccoon Eats Cake and Tries to Eat Snow”

Written last night while the cake cooled and I submitted poetry. Posted this morning while I pretend not to want more of both. It was late last night when Word Raccoon started demanding something spicy or she was going to commandeer the kitchen and end up eating as much cake as her little trash pandaContinue reading “Submit It and Quit It”

There are so many reasons to be offended and worried right now that Word Raccoon and I are choosing to focus only on pop culture offenses today. A podcast host “Literally” called a Gretsch guitar a Les Paul while interviewing (let’s say a former boy band member). He also said the lead on Stairway toContinue reading “A Gretsch Is NOT a Les Paul and Colin Firth Is NOT Just an Audiobook Narrator (and Other Things I Should Not Have to Say)”

When I hit a bump in my novel writing yesterday, Word Raccoon insisted we make a Stanley Tucci recipe instead. Not one we had planned, of course, but one we’d have to scrape the ingredients together for (or leave the house, which… it was cold, so no). She perused the internet and found a quickContinue reading “Blog Bolognese”

So apparently the way Word Raccoon now alerts me that she’s finished writing poetry for the day is by insisting on an orange and eating the segments while I beg her not to drip on the keyboard. While she ate this afternoon, she informed me that she was done. That the chapbook, the newest, aContinue reading “Collaborating with a Ghost”

Given the choice between decluttering and writing a novel, apparently Word Raccoon, my little writing friend on my shoulder, prefers novel writing. Actually, I think she is kind of into it now. I haven’t even caught her so much as sniffing for a poem in the past couple of days, though she did sigh dramaticallyContinue reading “Word Raccoon Refuses to Declutter Unless Stanley Tucci Is Narrating”