In the quiet

Lordy. My blog self apparently is the Tortoise, who in addition to her notoriously slow gait also has misplaced her map and her glasses and, alas, a shoe. Thus she keeps walking in circles, bumping into trees and lampposts, her big toe sticking like a snuffling mole out of a hole in her striped sock. …

Balloons in the sky

I've been doing yoga. What can I say? You get to wear flared stretchy pants and do poses with silly names (plus, you know, breathe and stretch for an hour). Admittedly, I struggle at times with yoga-speak: you know, that low, soothing, align-your-chakra-find-your-spirit-animal-visualize-your-best-self talk. Perhaps it's because I grew up in the Vortex Capital of …

Die Vampire Die!

That excellent title comes from a cast recording from the musical [title of show] featuring Susan Blackwell, Hunter Bell, Heidi Blickenstaff, and Jeff Bowen. One of my delightful honors composition students sent it to me after we were talking in class about the Inner Critic. You know, that horrid voice in your head, who speaks …

Visible heat

The temps this week are supposed to be in the low 100s, which means I-don't-know-what for the heat index. Yesterday, I was driving home from our weekly beating (aka grocery shopping), when I noticed what I've heard people talk about in the South: you can see the heat. There it was, a heavy, tin-can gray …

Quills + daggers

My Jane Austen action figure comes with a quill. But check out her shadowy side: Is it me, or does that shadow look... malevolent? More dagger than writing utensil? Or both tools at once? Slay your inner demons, your metaphoric beasts, your Angel in the House; slash through the jungle of despair and uncertainty; sever …

100 pages

I hit the 100-page mark on my crazy novel-in-progress yesterday (I wrote some about it and the process here), and here's what came into my head: Yes, it's a small victory (as when your "flood pants" keep your cuffs dry), but one that felt big, at least mentally and emotionally. Those pages may be a …