Reality 2/16/1998 You were never the angel I swore I saw just a regular mirage you are human so now I hear I guess I used you to comfort my fears I was mistaken by my eyes I guess I believe in my lies I still love you and perhaps always will even if you … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Me in my college radio days with The Eyeliners (who opened for The Donnas). They are part of the inspiration for the all girl band in my WIP.
http://youtu.be/6N4a7RX5x7E I'm about 1/3 of the way through in my rewrites for SECRET HEART and I'm having a fantastic time writing Avery's band's (Detonate the Gazelle) scenes. This is one of the songs they cover during their shows.
Tuesday, June 27th Dear Diary, Camp is a positive experience. I enjoy it. I have met great guys and nice people. Plus I've grown closer 2 the Lord. My cabin is cool. I like a guy named Nick. He's tall, blue eyed and freckled. He is at my table and really sweet. I'm friends with … Continue reading Mortification Monday
I have my own Catbrarian to oversee my books. And yes, that far shelf does contain 75 Babysitter's Club books.
My desk includes: Sun lamp, balsam fir candle, Mojo, an inspirational purple cow (gift from writing buddy Alex), Diet Coke, electric tea kettle, revision notes and copy of work in progress. Not pictured: tears of frustration. Revisions are hard!
Untitled (2/16/03) Liz Phair never said anything about him Instead her songs eluded to what my thoughts were exactly Anne Sexton was an infamous mistress she washed off like watercolor Sometimes I think he is the grime on my car three weeks thick that the rain can't erase Song lyrics and lines … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Fun fact: in college I was a DJ. Think Anna Kendrick in Pitch Perfect only not as cute or talented (singing) and the station was basically an converted closet. But I got to host my own shows (Top 21 Countdown, Breakfast Blend Morning Show, Local Music Meltdown, and my longstanding show The Angry Girl Syndrome … Continue reading Throwback Thursday
This is seriously what my desk drawer looks like: tiny bottles of Baileys, rum, chocolate covered cherries, candy bars, Luna and Lara bars, some pink markers. Underneath it all is some tea.
I'm spending the next few weeks holed up in the Revision Cave (a cold and windowless room in my basement that doubles as my office). As you can see, I've stocked up snack essentials.