Selling Out
The main drawback to being a so-called starving artist is, well… The starving bit. Nobody makes a lot of money quickly by writing (especially when just starting out) and being perpetually short of cash is starting to get on my nerves. So I’m considering alternative ways of generating revenue. I’ve rather quickly come up against…
Ch-ch-changes
I got a taste for it now. A taste for living with no obligations and responsibilities. No work, no phone calls, e-mail, no news (except for Jon Stewart), no plans to make, no dinner to cook or shop for, no arranging my life to fit within scheduled visits of attendants every 3-4 hours. No committees,…
What I Did on My Autumn Vacation
Last Monday, it all started with a very unhappy Mojo trapped in a teeny little box (and boy, does she hate to be confined) on her way to the vet. She’s doing well – still at the vet’s, as I will have to leave again, but hopefully not until later this week. I’ve taken to…
And Now for Something Completely Different
I am going to be away for this week. Ish. Maybe less, maybe more. The interior of my building is being painted and as paint fumes cause my lungs to shut down (love that asthma), I have to leave. I should be back towards the end of the week, I fervently hope. Posting will be…
Consider My Mind Blown
Earlier this week, when I was writing Tuesday’s post, something really strange happened. I’m sitting at the computer, headset on, dictating to Dragon (and correcting Dragon, as it was having a particularly persnickety day), writing a new variation of an old post. Let’s be honest here – this thing about looking at what I have,…
Making Good Things Happen
Writing it down, putting it out there always helps. It’s like some sort of psychic kick in the arse. Thanks for reading, making nice comments and all the cyberhugs. I remembered something this Saturday. Something that I’d forgotten. I remembered that happiness is hard work, that it takes daily effort and practice to be positive….
Displays of Affection
I’ve been actively not writing something for a while, but am starting to feel like it’s showing. Or maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s just me who can see the elephant in the room (it’s pink with orange polkadots, by the way – hard to miss from where I’m sitting). So I’m going to get it…
TMI
This weekend, I was on the street, minding my own business and waiting for the light to change. It was a bit of a long weight, but the weather was quite nice, so it didn’t really matter. Someone approaches the corner from behind me and the following exchange takes place: Stranger: Enjoying the view, dear?…