The Daily Post had a prompt up yesterday that tied in beautifully with their weekly writing challenge: Reflections. What follows are the moments that define me. These moments are a part of the origin story of how I became a writer – or rather, the writer I am today. The writerly me of tomorrow mayContinue reading “Moments to Remember: An Origin Story in Three Parts”
Category Archives: On Writing
What’s in a name?
D, I call him. Druid. Dubh. A title, he says. If you’ve been reading here for a while, you know I only recently discovered D’s real name – the name he was born with, and not the name I had been calling him all these years. In my defense, it’s not easy for a characterContinue reading “What’s in a name?”
Living Musically
2014 is going to be my year, not of living dangerously, but musically. I have a fair amount of music. Granted, much of it comes from soundtracks. I can’t seem to help myself. Perhaps it’s my way of reliving the movie, or as I used to do as a child, scripting my life and havingContinue reading “Living Musically”
It Lives!
D: Picture it, if you will – a bent figure emerges from a nest of blankets and coffee cups. It stumbles. Its legs are weak and it is nearly overcome by the debris that surrounds it. It is A. She went into the weekend an uncertain warrior, and has emerged. . . Victorious! 5 signsContinue reading “It Lives!”
Warning: Here be Splinters
A: Did you know that the De Havilland Mosquito was made of wood – plywood, balsa and birch? D: I do recall something of that nature. If I remember correctly, that is why I had no interest in flying in one of them. A: So, the immediacy of the war, death, danger and the factContinue reading “Warning: Here be Splinters”
Six Geese A-Laying
On the sixth day of NaNo, my true muse gave to me Six books a-writing, Five Syllables! Four pumpkin cakes Three cough drops Two cuddly cats And a family that’s dear to me. *** D: Really, A? A: What? I am writing six books in the Changelings compendium . . . or four. Depends onContinue reading “Six Geese A-Laying”
On the fourth day of NaNo. . .
On the Fourth Day of NaNo, my true muse gave to me Four Pumpkin cakes Three cough drops Two cuddly cats And a family that’s dear to me. *** Oh yes, the fun just keeps coming with this song. And by fun, I mean the pumpkin cakes. I voluntarily gave up gluten in all itsContinue reading “On the fourth day of NaNo. . .”
On the third day of NaNo. . .
On the third day of NaNo, my true muse gave to me Three cough drops Two cuddly kitties And a family that’s dear to me. *** D: Three cough drops? A: Yep. D: Only three? A: Nope. D: At least three? A: Yep. D: Now now, don’t get all loquacious on me, A. A: Sorry,Continue reading “On the third day of NaNo. . .”
On the second day of NaNo. . .
On the second day of NaNo, my true muse gave to me. . . 2 cuddly cats and a family that’s dear to me. And by two cuddly cats, I mean two cats who demand I cuddle. They’re both rescues, and while Cleo is the Queen, Isis is a Goddess, and I am her chosenContinue reading “On the second day of NaNo. . .”
On the first day of NaNo . . .
On the first day of NaNo, my true muse gave to me. . . A family that’s dear to me. It came to me, yesterday, how I could blog and NaNo at the same time (because NaNo is a verb, now). The reviled and/or beloved holiday song, The Twelve Days of Christmas, was to becomeContinue reading “On the first day of NaNo . . .”
The D/A Dialogues 
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