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A while back, I started a Pinterest page on Writers Tools and Tips  (that I've hardly added anything to lately...). To feed that pag...

This is a Scrivener Corkboard being used to its full power—mine has few elements on it. Apparently I am a  NaNoWriMo Rebel —one of the...

I am attempting NaNoWriMo again this year and, like last year, I am hopelessly behind. As of the beginning of Day 13, I stand at 7,659 w...

Speaking of rock music, I went to see the Women Who Rock exhibit at the National Museum of Women in the Arts  in D.C. last week. It was a...

One of the joys of being a parent has been witnessing how my children respond to music. When he was in-utero, I-guy would kick so much whe...

For all my good ideas over the years, I have failed to produce more than a handful of short stories, only two or three of them published ...

In the midst of my seasonal melancholy a couple of years ago, I wrote a few blog posts about the music I use to heighten my misery, whic...

Due to our ongoing septic problems, I've been going to the laundromat a lot this summer. I like watching families doing their laundry...

My summer has been crappy—literally. Our septic tank backed up into our basement at the beginning of the summer. Then did it twice more, e...

This post mostly serves as a buffer between my last post in July, about my friend Joan Preiss, and what was was written as my next post m...