I felt like apologizing profusely to the handsome, dear heart who treated me to a lovely birthday last weekend away from the world. I felt like it, but the selfish hussy in me didn’t allow me to apologize. See, I’d lamented the hotel room’s lack of Necessary Late Friday Night Channels. I know I need to … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: January 2015
Lord Whingeyarse Bemoans the Loss of His King
It was a month of dreariness in the kingdom. The prevailing gloom had since shrouded the entirety of the palace and its surrounding lands. Trees had withered, now little more than ashy fingers clawing through the murky darkness. Weeds choked the wilted remnants of the palace gardens. The still sadness there prevented visitors from ever … Continue reading
Professional publishing standards, baby.
(2015 Writer’s Market — big, fat, poorly cut FAIL) This is the last picture I took. I took it just today, in fact, while I was researching novel publishers. It really says something about the state of the book publishing industry when the Writer’s Market book…yes, the WRITER’S MARKET book…has seriously shoddy presentation. … Continue reading
It’s so very retro, you know, to “therapize” this, Psychoanalyze that, And, well, hey, I’m pressed for time at the mo’. Ossetra caviar, Prime Côte de Boeuf at Spago, Stoli martinis and a line or two at Mudd, Night games at my penthouse, Huey Lewis and the News on the stereo, You know how it goes. … Continue reading
Health Care is a PRIVILEGE, peasants.
Argument A: Kindly listen because I am very wealthy. You see, I am a health insurance company CEO whose best interests lie with the good of profit, the almighty dollar (an American value by the way, so you should appreciate that). My opinion matters simply because I own you and the talking heads who represent you. It is important for … Continue reading
Oh, if Only…
(Governor Skeletor. Image courtesy of governorskeletor.com) If I could be master (not crazy about the word “mistress”) of any skill, at the moment, I would have to be master of my profession. I am supposed to be adept at teaching writing, but I don’t know how anyone could, quite possibly, be “adept” at that skill in … Continue reading
Exit, Stage Right. (No, Seriously, the Exit Is To Your Right.)
(image courtesy of thunderbolttheatre.com) I’m here in a coffee shop, determining how to finish the letter I’m crafting that I hope will end the reign of the Wicked Witch of the West, the manager of a home accessories store who’s ruined my friend’s life. Mere moments ago, a lanky, smiley-eyed fellow exited the shop, highlighted play script … Continue reading
Demotivational Seeking Same.
(The next book on my to-read list, but in all honesty, I will probably avoid reading it.) For the love of writing and the loathing of bad prompts, I am not an activist writer! I am not motivational whatsoever due to my own sense of utter irresponsibility. I am not doing this blogging thing to enact … Continue reading