A Thousand Words Before Breakfast: Why I Participate in NaNoWriMo

I am, by nature, a writer. It is what I am. It is what I do and it is what I love.

When I’m writing, I feel alive. I feel connected with the world around me. It’s my lifeline. I live a very boring existence, I have a family, I have a couple of dogs that do hilarious things, but generally speaking, my life is dull. I’m okay with that, but sometimes, the boredom gets to me. That is when I most need to create. I need to let the creative monster inside me out to play and romp in ways that I can’t allow it to do in my every day life. So, I choose my canvas carefully and I begin to lay down a swatch of color. Whole worlds and sceneries appear before my eyes, usually in my sleep when I’m feeling my worst. What comes out on the other side of it, leaves me feeling better than I did before I went to bed that night.… [Read More]

Love and Laughter on Thanksgiving Day

There is a certain joy to be had in celebrating Thanksgiving with one’s family. For 16 years, I have celebrated it apart from my parents and my brother and my aunts and uncles and cousins and extended relatives. I have celebrated it instead, with my two children, my husband and my dog, this year… there is an additional dog in the mix.

Thanksgiving day here is a rather quiet affair. We buy way too much turkey. We have yams and green bean casserole and pumpkin pie and cranberry sauce because these things are required, and I think someone always wants mashed potatoes with turkey gravy too. It’s a lot of food for four people. Generally speaking, the dog gets a fair portion of the turkey, or at least, the previous dog did. Miss Lucy is allergic to turkey. I think we can give her some of the mashed potatoes and a few of the green beans as long as we carefully remove the french fried onions from the casserole before applying it to her food bowl.… [Read More]


The only decent thing I have written all day… and it turns out to be… a Poem.

You have no idea how not thrilled I am by this… but I do rather like the poem and so, you may find it here.

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Old Dog

There is a certain peace and serenity that can be found in the company of an old dog. I experience this every Saturday morning when Miss Lucy wakes me up before the sun comes up to take her outside. I step outside with her and watch her run around the yard and she smiles and I smile and then she comes inside, taking her time up the stairs leading to my deck so that she doesn’t fall. Then we come inside and she curls up on the family room sofa and I sit down with her and we just… stay like that.

Sometimes, it’s really nice to just… be.

I love old dogs. They have a wisdom and a knowledge that comes with an entire lifetime’s worth of experience. They have the most beautiful souls. There is nothing more wonderful in my world than the quiet, constant, companionship of an old dog.… [Read More]

Like Magic

So it’s been crazy this last week.

I started NaNoWriMo.

The basement smells like Axe, so I can’t go down there to hide and write. On top of all of that, I’ve had the flu, hubby passed his written FAA exam, one of my NaNo friends finally, after 29 hours of labor, gave birth this morning at 1:45 am and I was miserable that I could not be at the hospital with her because I’m contagious. She texted me frequently and sounded so scared, but I know that I was scared too when I was having my first child, I did my best to keep her calm via text message and be supportive. I’m surprised that no one took her phone away from her. I just wish I could have been there to hold her hand. I hope she knows that I was there in spirit.

This gal amazes me. I can’t believe she’s still intending on participating in NaNo this year, but she has done it every year for the last three at least.… [Read More]