I've rejoined the workforce, or rather, I've joined the commuting workforce that requires I put on pajama pants and act like an adult for 8 hours of the day. I can't say that I'm a fan of people who seem to be allergic to blinkers and lack the understanding of what an appropriate following distance… Continue reading Commuting madness and word counts
Tag: Writing
Identity crisis
Writing my blog on my DomCon experience opened my eyes to something I kind of neglected to think about. Or rather I didn't bother to think about. What now? My interest in BDSM isn't going to slide into the background. It's simply part of my multi-faceted reality. I'm a lot of things: author, grateful (and… Continue reading Identity crisis
The do-nothing mother
Clean clothes sit unfolded in my basket. I've only just moved them from the dryer where they've been most of the day. The last time I picked up a duster was in February. Some surfaces are lightly dusted with evidence of this housekeeper's absence. Papers litter my coffee table. More evidence of the soon to… Continue reading The do-nothing mother
The Silence must fall…
"Silence will fall when the Question is asked..."-Doctor Who, The Wedding of River Song My personal philosophy as a writer is to never give into "writer's block". I even go so far as to say I don't believe in it. Yet here I sit in silence. My characters (the ones I need anyway) are off… Continue reading The Silence must fall…
