On Life

All Wrapped Up

So my entry for the Postcard Story Competition is signed, sealed and (nearly) delivered. It's going into the mail tomorrow.  I'm not sure if it is exactly what they are looking for, but I like it, so now that it is (almost) out of my hands, that's all that matters. I almost forgot to include…

Insomniatic, Indeed!

We have lived here for 3 years (or is it 4?), and I have only been in the library once, and that was when we were getting a tour before buying our condo.  All the books are donated by residents, but I decided to go in there today and there were actually quite a few…

Mood Lighting

Last night, the entire city was atmospheric.  The air slowly filled with fog, and the red & green of the traffic lights and car headlights were like thick, wet watercolor brushstrokes across the rain-slicked streets.  It made me remember when I used to walk home from the clubs listening to my walkman, just soaking it…

Many Me’s

I read this in Keri Smith's journal today: Writing anything in the journal feels like healing, even if it is crap.  I have never known why this is.  I suspect it lets me know that I have my own inner life outside of everything I am on the outside. Often I feel like I am…

Impending Doom

10 days until the Star's short story contest entries are due and I haven't started mine yet.  I think I've been procrastinating for a few reasons: 1 – I'm not sure that my style of writing is something they would publish in the Sunday paper, let alone award the prize to 2- I'm chicken. The…

I’m a Brat!

Last night, Chris was late, I hadn' t heard from him, he wasn't answering his cellphone, dinner was getting cold, and I had spent all afternoon making and decorating chocolate cupcakes. So, when he finally called me back at 9:30 and said he was driving someone home and would be another half hour, I hung…