Thank you, San Francisco Writers’ Grotto for the writing prompt and to my friend, Jane, for the inspiration. Write a story in which each sentence will begin with a different letter of the alphabet, beginning with the letter A, and moving sequentially, i.e., B, C, D, and so forth. A single Cheeto lay on the stoop in front of my front door. Baffling and profoundly … Continue reading Middle of the Night Writing Exercise.
Is anyone else skeeved out by the Lume girl? Her weirdly sweaty face with her cocked head leaning into the camera smiling like someone jacked up on Mountain Dew talking about a deodorant for special girl places creeps the shit out of me. I assumed the expensive product I didn’t know we needed was for all those yoga enthusiasts, but it’s not an antiperspirant. And … Continue reading Commercials and Songs Making Me Crazy (and a few good ones, too)
This was a writing prompt I came across while procrastinating on my latest WIP (work in progress). My book/WIP needs a warehouse filled with whiteboards and a medicated staff to untangle the discombobulated thought streams my brain shot out on the active storylines. So I thought this writing prompt might clear away the clutter in my brain. But the prompt says “item”. What’s an item? … Continue reading What item in your house are you most grateful for? (And why I picked Cheese Can.)
We’re gearing up for the Oscars in my house, and that means we try to watch the nominated movies so we can have an opinion and a more thorough enjoyment of the experience. I made up a list of some of the movies and where to stream them and put it next to my husband’s favorite viewing chair. He’s usually on board with this annual … Continue reading Hollywood. You’re Killing Me.
Does this picture of a gingerbread man lolling in a cup of cocoa give you the creeps? You know he’s a cookie, right? He’s dissolving in there. Why is this a feel-good picture and why is that damn cookie smiling? This kind of stuff always makes me nervous. It’s the Toy Story Affect. You can’t have it both ways and see toys as real and … Continue reading When Bad Things Happen to Good Cookies
A kick-ass Call to Action? Click-bait? Boom. Right in your face. Now I give you a reward, my sweet. Read FU Penguin by Matthew Gasteier. A book about cute animals receiving their comeuppance. Who knew they needed it? Matthew did. I heart you, Matthew. According to great blog-writing rules, and to stay on topic delivering the best blog ever, I’m also supposed to help you … Continue reading Best Blog Ever!
There was a bear rescue in Russia. I think. A mama bear and two cubs were stranded in the water. The problem is I may never know how the story turned out because I got too irritated to complete reading it. Like everyone else, I typically flip through the feed of stories on my browser, but I rarely click to read things from sources I’m … Continue reading Browser Feed Sources on Crack
Boom! No one can accuse me of burying the lead. I need to stop watching NOVA. Sometimes, when the Bravo channel lineup isn’t running a show I watch, and I’m too lazy to hook up my electronics to one of our non-smart TV’s, I’ll run through the channels. Antiques Roadshow usually grabs my attention, but like someone reluctantly peering under a bandage to look at … Continue reading Supermassive Black Hole in Center of Milky Way!
I recently had the joy of sitting at the social security office for many hours, clutching my number and waiting—not patiently, for it to be called. As legal guardian for a relative, I needed to present myself with some paperwork. That’s fine, but damn, the wait was long. I made a few acquaintances, played a lot of games on my phone, read the paper, and … Continue reading Can Being Fabulous Get You Arrested?
There’s a paperclip in the butter. I’m just staring at it. A jumbo-size green one. How did it get there? We have a butter dish cause that’s how we roll. (What’s that joke? Maybe I’m butter, cause I’m on a roll? Sorry, I’m sure I got that wrong.) We’re a butter family—not margarine. Never have bought margarine, but hey, good for you if you choose … Continue reading Time to Smudge
