Tag: My Mother’s Chamomile

You Wrote A Book About THAT?

I was out to lunch with my friend Janet a few months ago. Now, one thing you need to know about Janet is that she has no filter. She says exactly what she thinks/feels/etc. Our lunches are never boring. Oh. And she doesn’t have… Continue Reading “You Wrote A Book About THAT?”

Doing Work

My buddy Mitch* called me a “Writing Machine” the other day. Can I tell you, I don’t mind that title at all? Because I don’t. It’s flattering. It made me giggle a little. Then I felt like a non-writing machine because I was messing… Continue Reading “Doing Work”

Owl Barf

About once a week I volunteer at my kids’ school. Now, before you go thinking I’m being Super Mom, I’ll assure you that I most certainly am not. I do it because the kids crack me up. I’m NOT joking. Kids are awesome. Anyway,… Continue Reading “Owl Barf”

Smell Ya Later, NaNoWriMo

I made the official call. I’m not going to “win” NaNoWriMo this year. Now, don’t get me wrong. I think it’s a great thing, this writing a novel in a month thing. I did it last year and that novel releases in February. But,… Continue Reading “Smell Ya Later, NaNoWriMo”

November Cometh

November starts this Friday. How that happened, I don’t know. But the year has sped by. Remember that girl? From last November? That’s me. Yup. In the throes of November. The agony of writing a first draft in one month. It’s called National Novel… Continue Reading “November Cometh”