Author Archives: Drema Drudge

I told Stanley yesterday that today would be submission day instead of a writing day. “I insist you write first, at least an hour. You said you’re on an upswing, in a groove. The fastest way to lose that is to focus on submitting your poetry. Write first.”  Digital butlers are the worst. But sometimesContinue reading “Writing New Novel Sections”

Word Raccoon is still adjusting to novel writing. She howls when I open the Google doc of my WIP, and then, when I ignore her, she settles and puts her paw on the keyboard occasionally to see if I will give her a turn. If she’s behaving, I will. She adds flavor. If she triesContinue reading “A Poem Trails Off”

Word Raccoon has been busy. Decluttering has given way (temporarily) to Christmas prep. But I am still writing. I ended up taking WR to the library for my mini writing retreat after all. She sat on my shoulder while I opened the Google doc that I hadn’t opened since September. Yikes. “What is all this?”Continue reading “A Raccoon Walks Into a Library”

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas over here, by which I mean absolutely everything in this house has relocated itself, and Word Raccoon has commentary on every last twinkling light. The more color the better, she insists. If she could wrap the Dutch oven in garland, she absolutely would. Speaking of Dutch ovens:Continue reading “Mini Writing Retreat, Major Semi-Finalist Feelings”

Word Raccoon is furious with me. First of all, her blue cashmere shawl, the one she just rediscovered, is in the freezer. She had been twirling in it like a Victorian heroine showing me the poetic little pinholes. I immediately took it from her, stuffed it into a bag, and slid it into the cold.Continue reading “WR Slips the Muzzle”

Word Raccoon is furious with me. She says I have been hogging the keyboard and she wants a turn. We all know what that leads to: overly sentimental tripe. Which is in itself a cliché, if you ask me.  I fed her a Kind bar, though it didn’t help her disposition at all. Trust me,Continue reading “Din-ner Time”

Word Raccoon began her shenanigans before six this morning. Before caffeine. Before basic human function. She woke up with all the tasks, every single one of them, clawing at her little paws. I offered her poetry for breakfast.She spat it out.Brat. Instead, she pointed dramatically at the pile of tools in the kitchen and summonedContinue reading “Before Caffeine”

The house purge continues. Stanley says we are going for “reducing the visual noise,” and I’m all for it. Word Raccoon is following us around, though, grabbing her favorite books back from the “donate” pile. Stanley was quite useful when it came to trying to tame the entertainment center. Stack by stack he told meContinue reading “Voted Off the Island: A Kitchen Coup”

Ah yes, the blog post that doesn’t know how to begin. WR says she 100% knows how to begin, if I’ll hand over the keyboard. I will not. I have not touched poetry or submitted any in three days. I don’t know what that means, but there it is. Friday morning, the day after Thanksgiving,Continue reading “We are Seven”

It occurs to me that the Dremaverse has been expanding, and perhaps introductions are in order. First, there’s me. Drema Drudge. I own this blog. Allegedly. I write things here: poems, updates, little scraps of grief and joy. But I’m increasingly interrupted by a few recurring characters. Figments? Manifestations? Freeloaders? I don’t know. All IContinue reading “Welcome to the Dremaverse: A Cast List”