Progress Update (with Pics!)
I’ve had my head down, trying to make something happen over here, and since it’s been a while I thought you might like an update.
Serendipity, Signs, and Skirts
You know how the skirt that I’m making is going to have box pleats? Well, after much research this weekend about fabrics, elastic, and sewing in…
Launch Yourself on Every Wave
I finally have a plan, and this is it.
Rainy Days
Some days the gray clouds won’t budge.
Red and Green
Do you find yourself going back to the same colors over and over again in life?
Where I Am
A quick check-in on where I’m at these days and I where I am (maybe? possibly? who knows, really) going
Running Scared
Apart from my husband and kids, not a single part of my adult life has ever come close to feeling as right as the time I spent working on that book. So why, oh why, did the words go away? And will they ever come back?
I Feel Like a Blob of Dough, and It’s Not Just From Eating Too Many Cookies
I have spent yesterday and today working on my book, which feels great because I haven’t written anything in something like a month. December is the…
Step Over Step
A novel looms as large as Kilimanjaro, but I’m tired of being afraid, so I’m trying my best to shake off the fear.
If You Don’t Hear From Me Soon, Send in a Search Party
There’s a South Park episode in which Eric Cartman et al. get so sucked into an online video game that they end up practically leashed to…
THINK v. feel
When I was young, we had a plaque hanging up in our house that said “THINK” in bold block letters. It was my dad’s, and it…
Practice Makes Perfect . . . But I Prefer Peace
Practice makes perfect, or so goes the saying. But perfect? I don’t want to strive for perfection. That just turns me into a stress monster with…
Please, World—A Small Request
My husband thinks this post is the equivalent of my inner old man raising a shaky finger to the air and lecturing whomever will listen, “Missy,…
I’m Afraid of Everything, But Maybe That’s Not So Horrible
These past two weeks, I have been a bit of a disaster. Not as in real disaster, like the people who, as I tell the kids,…
An Unabashedly Happy Progress Report
Back in the day, when I had an actual job (at a charitable foundation) and wore black pants (polyester) and heels (weensy) on a regular basis,…
