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writing an’ stuff

  • Why I stopped writing.

    I kind of stopped writing because I started to think that my stories didn’t matter. It’s such a ballsy thing to stand up and say, “Yes, my story matters. It’s important and…

  • There are no adults. It’s just us!

    It’s a Thursday night, and our neighbors are having A Grown-Up Party. Luxury sedans line the street, and a gaggle of folks are enjoying their hosts’ lovely brick patio and brand-new outdoor…

  • Inspiration and vomit.

    I just returned from the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop. It was … amazing. I’d never been to a writers’ conference before, and in the days leading up to the conference, I was…

  • Is it just me?

    I had the humbling experience of receiving two very kind, very generous e-mails today. Both messages lauded me for being an authentic, honest blogger. By “authentic and honest,” I’m assuming both of…

  • Nameless, faceless corporate drone.

    I feel like the world’s worst blogger. Or maybe just the world’s worst human. I’ve been working like a crazy woman all week. As in, working late, coming home, then working some…

  • Transition and muscle aches.

    It’s been Festival of Home Improvement here. Saturday, My Guy and I each ended up organizing our respective basements. It wasn’t planned – it just happened that the moons of Jupiter aligned…

  • Mea culpas and blogging with friends.

    Alice called me at work today. “I just got off the phone with Our Mutual Friend Who Broke The News of Bret Michaels’ Brain Aneurysm.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah. I asked if he’d…

  • Miscongeniality.

    I attended a little blogger meet-up. Ever feel like you just did not put your best foot forward, and anybody who came in contact with you was worse for it? Yeah, that…