Engaging in what might euphemistically be called a “lively” conversation often gets the better of me. Someone makes a statement I find patently ridiculous, and I feel the need to educate them.
As I’m writing, I can already envision their response, to which I’m already formulating my rebuttal.
My what? So, I’m already assuming they’re going to argue with me? Well, if that’s my attitude, it’s no wonder what I wrote garners an angry response.
… more … “You Can’t Hit What You Don’t Aim For”
We all have ’em, the voices in our head that tell us we’re not good enough, whatever words they use to say it. We’d all love to silence the voices.
But there’s still hope.
… more … “Don’t Silence the Voice in Your Head, Replace It”
Our little one is a voracious reader. No surprise there.
We’ve finally told her that after her bedtime routine (more reading, that) she’s no longer allowed to play computer games or watch videos; she can only read books until lights out.
Within 4 days after her weekly library trip, she moans that she doesn’t have anything to read. We know what she means, of course. Though she’ll have us read The Seven Sneezes every night for a month, reading on her own must be something new and exciting.
I know the feeling. … more … “I Want to Make My Books a Proper Meal”
I’ve written a sample One-Page Classic, a fun twist on Pride and Prejudice.
Snow day. Light fluffy flakes, piling on the grass and houses and cars but not sidewalk or pavement.
Canceled plans to go out. It’ll be 50 degrees by midweek. No sense fighting the snow and ice on the van today.
Maybe I’ll spend the day in bed. Writing.