Sometimes I Wonder

August 4, 2017

Tags: faint glow, die of fright, existential depression, no answers

Sometimes I wonder about trivial stuff, like why must we suffer occasional hangnails? Or things somewhat more important: do crows and blue jays have a sense of smell, or what did the elderly of 1137 do to get around before knee replacement surgery or even wheelchairs were options? I don't know about the birds, but the people probably just died before getting old; that'd pretty much solve that problem. Okay, I realize there are scientific answers for questions like these--or at least some educated guesses--and all I have to do is Google 'em. But that's not what I'm (more…)

New Novel Soon

July 10, 2017

Tags: Things That Can Fall

All I'm going to say right now is that its title is to be THINGS THAT CAN FALL, it's set in New York City during the 1970's disco era, and it's not a romance. Stay tuned.

Tired. Hot. Sad.

July 12, 2016

Tags: No comment

May I just say I'm tired? Very happy about some recent matrimonial developments concerning my family, but as for all else, just too depressed and bummed out by the violence in my country to put virtual pen to virtual paper right now. I'm no stranger to widespread unrest. The late 60's were chockablock full (more…)

I'm 67 Today. I Own It.

June 1, 2016

Tags: Ageism, birthday, survival

No apologies from here. Today's my birthday, and I'm not young, and I don't care who knows it or thinks less of me because of it. I used to believe I had to hide my age and be coy, but you know what? It took a whole lot of living to get me this far. I've made some (more…)

The Last Time I Did Stuff

May 17, 2016

Tags: Cartwheel, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, nail-biting, death of a parent

When did you last turn a cartwheel?

I asked myself that same question last night, when it just popped into my head as I watched a thirtyish woman doing one on Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. The actress herself probably wasn't doing it. This was no doubt her stunt-double. Actresses are too (more…)

Bird Watch

April 18, 2016

Tags: Blue jays, crippled jay, hummingbird, cardinals

It's Bird Heaven in my back yard this morning. After all the cloudy gloom we've had in the last few days, the sun is shining and birds are caroling their guts out. I need to get off this keyboard, go outside, and just sit. Sans phone, laptop, or paperback book. --Well, maybe a book (more…)

How A New Novel is Like a Kite

April 1, 2016

Tags: Building a kite, launching a book, THE GIRL WHO DANCED AT THE COME ON INN

I built my own kite when I was fourteen years old, from diagrams in the WORLD BOOK ENCYCLOPEDIA. Nothing fancy, not a box kite, just the traditional shape but big and strange. Made of two crossed sticks covered with a skin of black plastic taken from a garbage bag, it also had a very (more…)

Margaritas and Finger Sandwiches

February 6, 2016

Tags: Mardi Gras Saturday, playing with dolls, the "Mama Doll Song", "Puff the Magic Dragon", Thoth parade, friends, cold weather

It's a beautiful, chilly, Mardi Gras Saturday here in Louisiana. There must be like a gazillion parades scheduled for today, but I don't intend to go see any of them. Hmm. Just when did I stop Mardi Grazing, and why? Well, a dear friend's death several years ago from a fall certainly had something to with it--the sadness still lingers--but even (more…)

Sorry To Neglect You, Dear Blog...

January 24, 2016

Tags: New novel, JOLIE BLONDE series, injured wrist

The last time I posted here, it was the heat of August I was bitching about. I let it make me lazy. And then grew more involved with a new novel (yet untitled, but due out sometime this spring) in my JOLIE BLONDE series, to such a degree where I was working on it (more…)

Damaged Stuff

August 6, 2015

Tags: air conditioning, hot weather, paddle-ball, damaged people, robotic intelligence, Vacation Bible School.

It's too hot to blog. But also too hot to do anything else, so I'm writing and sweating and hoping my air conditioning doesn't go out. It's running day and night like a mad thing and I can sense its exhaustion. If it had any sort of robotic intelligence, I'd feel sorry for it--something I (more…)