Category Archives: Writing

Word Raccoon insists that if we aren’t going to the Father John Misty show tonight, then we are going to write something. (She still can’t believe we’re not going. I really ought to toast some marshmallows or something for her, shouldn’t I?) She’s been busy. She met with the gym owner yesterday, and was toldContinue reading “WR Skips the Father John Misty Show, Starts Drama at the Gym Instead”

Word Raccoon is fussy bunny today. Around here that means nothing pleases me, I don’t want to do anything, and there is absolutely nothing I want. It’ll pass. It always does. First of all, I said I didn’t want to write a post today, WR! How dare you! And then you made me too muchContinue reading “Word Raccoon Is a Fussy Bunny Today”

Now Playing: Don’t Fade Out by Cut Worms It is an odd feeling to go from TV-cannot-hold-my-attention all summer to watching all the things. I figured today would be like that, as a recovery day, and that’s exactly what it was.  Though recover from what, I’d like to know. WR says telling us to takeContinue reading “Chicken Sisters: All But One, Done”

Now Playing: She Loves Me (by Stephen Duffy); Some Kind of Wonderful Soundtrack  Are social outings as draining as I think they are? Word Raccoon woke early this morning, eager to go downstairs and…she didn’t know what. Write? Read? Plot the day?  She read for a few minutes, fell asleep again, considered chores and writing,Continue reading “The Meals That Went Untasted”

So I did a thing: I recorded one of my poems. You may have read “Fight Me in the Waffle House Parking Lot” before, but now you can hear it, quirks and all. I’m experimenting with sharing audio versions of my work, because sometimes the voice adds a little something the page can’t carry alone.Continue reading “Word Raccoon Hopped on Mic. Wanna Listen?”

It’s almost 6:45 a.m., and the street is still dark. The sweet lanterns on my porch glow like little moons. From the sound of a familiar engine and the quick sweep of headlights, I can tell the café owner has headed out. I resisted the urge to call after him, “Time to make the donuts.”Continue reading “Showing Up, Even When I’d Rather Write”

Word Raccoon is feeling quiet.She is contemplating the novel, since I told her this is the fall of the novel.(Season, not demise. She narrowed her eyes.) She’s not thrilled. But she’s considering complying. She wants only poetry. She has had summer nights of nothing but keyboard and lava. She does not want to give thatContinue reading “Word Raccoon: Not Made to be Subtle”

Now Playing: “Unforgettable,” Natalie Cole and Nat “King” Cole Word Raccoon had a hunch today. She suspected there might be something new waiting in a recently updated space she hadn’t thoroughly plumbed. (You know, the artsy places.) She was not wrong. There, a Fabergé-caliber Easter egg of sorts awaited her.  We gasped. We gawked. WRContinue reading “Unforgettable”

I finished reading a novel today and found myself with thoughts I wanted to share. Reader, I also found myself with a bottle of wine and a desire to create an autumn Sangria recipe, Midwest meets Barcelona with white wine and apple cider.  Guess which I went for? (Shared, I promise. And there are leftovers.)Continue reading “Autumn Nights Sangria”

Today Word Raccoon and I spent entirely too long mulling over the terms dramatic irony and proleptic irony. While we knew what both of them were, we had not heard the latter called that, and we thought long and hard about it all. And what it meant in context, naturally.  Then we heard part ofContinue reading “Ironic Distance “