Category Archives: Writing

I did my best not to write the past few days. Well, maybe not entirely my best, but a decent approximation. Okay, fine. I paused on the writing front for a minute or two. Then on Saturday morning I received the kindest rejection letter EVER. The editor told me to let him know when myContinue reading “Sunbathing with Richard Hugo’s Ghost and a Bag of Poetry Craft Books”

(Four bassists and a drummer walk into a restaurant…) Now Playing: Blues Deville Let me walk you through what it takes to see friends as an adult: Welcome to Saturday night in your (well, let’s not say how old because husband and I are in different decades for the next half a decade) season beyondContinue reading “This Is How Adults Make Playdates Now”

Quick bit of housekeeping: here’s the link I promised to my poem “Fight Me in the Waffle House Parking Lot at Dawn.” It’s now live. Yay!! Many thanks, The Daily Drunk! I’ve decided I’m not going to write this weekend. I’m calling it a challenge. A sabbath. A truce. A polite but firm ceasefire withContinue reading “The No-Writing Challenge”

Now Playing: “God’s Favorite Customer,” FJM.  My poem  “Fight Me at the Wafflehouse at Dawn” has been accepted by The Daily Drunk: “Pop culture writing that pops,” and I’m thrilled. After agonizing and praying to the Nyquil gods during a nasty cold in April of this year to please, please, give me some way toContinue reading “Bangarang! “

Yesterday morning, Word Raccoon insisted on wearing a dress. I reminded her that we’re currently on foot. The totaled vehicle has not been replaced yet, though the search has begun. Ugh.  She gave me that look. You know the one. The “I’m made of poetry and rebellion” one. She said she didn’t care. Fine, IContinue reading “Say Yes to the Sun Dress!”

 Now Playing: “Hey There Delilah,”  Plain White T’s Besides Word Raccoon, I had another co-writer yesterday for a bit. A 7-year-old girl whose mother owns the store next to the coffeehouse asked me what I was doing. “I’m writing,” I said, but I had switched to the home page when she glanced at my computerContinue reading “A Sight for Sore Skies (Image Provided Upon Request??)”

Now Playing: “The Sound of Settling” by Death Cab for Cutie First of all, feel free to groan aloud at this post’s title. Now: guess what? My poem “On Reading Crush” will be published in the September/October issue of Cathexis Northwest Press! Over the weekend, I had two journals accept my work, with a totalContinue reading “Big News: “Crushing” It”

Now Playing: “Die With a Smile”: Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars I picked up the frog today.Yes, that frog. My ceramic prince. My chalky, paint-chipped protector with my childhood scribbles hidden on his underbelly like a secret survival spell. The one I wrote about last week (that post lives here) and today, he lives withContinue reading “Feeling Froggy: Authorial Intent Edition”

I’m Out Here Testing the Maxim  Now Playing: God’s Favorite Customer: FJM I broke out the Freewrite tonight. Seemed just right for writing poetry at the cafe, even if my name isn’t Chad and I don’t smoke cigars.  Word Raccoon was just messing around, socializing, but when I opened the Freewrite, her eyes got huge.Continue reading “I’m Out Here Testing the Maxim “

Word Raccoon is not a coy creature, so she nudged me to share this:I might have good news. Today, I had my fingers x-rayed. Two on my dominant hand (I’m a Southpaw) have been swollen for what feels like forever. I’m still using the hell out of them: typing, cooking, writing, you know, living, butContinue reading “Word Raccoon Will (Possibly) Wear Rings Again (Someday Soon) and the Butterfly Lives!”