If I’m not blogging, there’s something I don’t want to think about
Lorena
I blame Julia Cameron, training me on brain dumps with those damn morning pages. Three pages, by hand, every day, brain dump. It clears the mind and gives focus, but…
Navel Gazing
All this aggravation ain’t satisfactioning me
Boy howdy, I do not know WHERE my motivation has gone to, but it surely has packed its bags and moved on to someone else, because it is nowhere to…
Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahg
Dear Goddamn Diary; Let’s have, as my friend Becca says about her knitting sometimes, a “come to Jesus” moment. We need to talk about your future. I don’t want to…
On apologizing and making amends
“Oh, laws,” you’re thinking. “She doesn’t write forever and then she gives us one with song lyrics… it’s always a hard thoughtful one when there are song!lyrics!” Hey. At least…
The rich man can ride, and the hobo, he can drown
And now I know Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say I thought I knew But now I know that rose trees never grow In New York City…
Is this what normal people feel like?
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a little voice in the back of my head (OK, not literally, A VOICE, but… more like a feeling. A pressure?)…
When you want to punch a holiday in the throat
Dear Goddamn Diary; I don’t know why this year in particular – what makes this year any different than the last sixteen – but I’m having a hard time with…
If you do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always gotten
Here is a pattern I fall into: I will blog every day for, say, six months. Then I will get really busy for a week, and I won’t blog because…
Head like a hole
My head is always so full after Fiber-In. As stressful as it is to get ready for an out-of-town, weekend-long show, being there is actually quite relaxing. I get to…
Tuesdays unplugged
Back in the stone age, before Facebook, when blogs used to be a thing (remember those days?) I used to read the blog of a woman who started doing something…
Five things I’ve learned about myself since breaking my hand
So, surgery is over (and my big fear was being given something I’m allergic to while under, and not being able to speak up for my allergies – so big…
Fear of Commitment
This year was going to be amazing. Back in January, in spite of being worried about Lenny the Boob Pea, I had such plans for HaldeCraft this year. Part of…