I have awesome dreams. I’ve mentioned that before in this blog, and it bears repeating. These are dreams I don’t want to wake up from – not until we’ve reached the goal or found the thing, not until I’ve gotten to know the other characters. It’s breathless and exciting and heart-pounding. That’s the sort of story […]
Tag: the cake is a lie
Of Loves And Languages
There is nothing quite like leaving things until the last minute. Granted, with a whole week still to go, I may have to give up the procrastination crown. In one week, I’ll be on a plane headed to Istanbul. (I’ll try to post while I’m gone, but no guarantees.) Since I bought the tickets a […]
Hello, Burnout
As I said over on Facebook a couple hours ago, “creative things” apparently means cooking today. Spice pancakes for breakfast, raisin cinnamon bread currently filling the house with yummy smells, and hummus made from scratch just waiting for the garlic naan to finish rising. I think the three or so hours I spent doing taxes […]
Insidious Insecurity
So today, I want to talk about insecurities. We all have them. Some are probably so ingrained, we don’t even know that we have them. Last weekend was amazing, by the way. For many reasons, but chiefly… I learned how to sew. Ok, so my grandmother taught me the basics of how to sew when […]
Well…
I did it. Finally. Still not entirely convinced it’s a good thing, but I am now on Twitter. You may have noticed the handy extra widget in the sidebar. Like my focus needed any more distractions. And in related news, I have now entered the 21st century. I have a magic phone. (That’s a smartphone, to […]
Be Brave
I have an anthem. “Brave” by Sara Bareilles. It’s kind of a perfect encapsulation of the type of person I discovered I wanted to be (and so wasn’t) back in high school, and still have to remind myself of it sometimes. I remind the people around me about it, too. Because it’s so, so worth […]
Pinion Feathers
It’s a bit depressing when you think you’re done — at least enough to evict a novel from the nest — only to have someone come along (in this case, two someones) to point out that your baby hasn’t quite grown its pinion feathers yet. You’d think I’d catch those flaws in my own writing […]
Sorry Mom
Misread on a plastic cup at Mom’s house: “Deer Farm and Erotic Petting Zoo.” …Yeah, I would not take a couple of kids to that.
Words Of Fire
Do you ever how those ideas that grab you by the neck and turn your life upside-down? That permeate everything you think, or sleep, or eat, or breathe? I have a story burning to get out. It doesn’t want to wait. It hasn’t even told me what it is. They never understand the need to […]
Judging Covers
Face it: we all judge books by their covers. It’s survival. How else do we choose between all the books in the world? (So much to read! So little time!) Book covers are important. We’ve all been told over and over that they’re not, and that’s a lie. A writer probably started it. A traditionally […]
Melissa Burkart 