The Day I Bought Steampunky Gloves

So, I found an excuse to own pleather gloves that stink like the real thing. Why? Because I had this wonderful idea of being a writer. Let me back up: I had the wonderful idea of what defined a real writer. Maybe. Read on. Jo March from Little Women had a hat she wore when…

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A Watched Pot BURNS!

Okay, that title is a little melodramatic, yes? Yes. But what in the name of Asgard am I talking about? Glad you asked... I have mentioned that I hate waiting. I hate waiting for the mail-carrier to come in the afternoon or early morning or late evening or WHENEVER SHE FREAKING DECIDES TO SHOW UP…

The Art of Hearing “No!”

No one likes to hear no...unless they're a masochist. Writers, artists, actors, poets, etc. must hear no way more than the average human being (had to differentiate between us and cats: "NO, TIGGER! Get off the table!") But how to handle no? It feels like rejection. It feels personal, when someone rejects our "children" aka…