Posts Tagged ‘writing’
hitting a wall
I’ve hit a wall. The early mornings, the rushing, the gazillion things on my to do list that I never have time to get to are taking their toll. I said to Donny this morning, “Can’t we just move to Barcelona?” This has actually become a joke between us—I’ve asked it a hundred times over…
Read Morenew schedule
Well, I made it through the first week of full-time work last week, but by Friday afternoon, I was exhausted (and had officially developed a head cold). I really like the work (and my coworkers are lovely), but I did feel that pull back to my desk (when will I get any writing done?) and…
Read Morea blur
How can it almost be the middle of August already? Summers always go too fast, but this summer has been a blur. I drove up to St. Cloud yesterday to present to the Forum of Executive Women about writing, publishing and motherhood, and it was such a wonderful event. What an interesting and organized group…
Read Moreon being a writer
I haven’t had much time to sit down and really write these last weeks. Between my grandpa dying, a trip up north, a non-writing related freelance project, and limited childcare, I just haven’t had the time to spirit myself off to the coffee shop. And this bothers me. It makes me feel unmoored, as if…
Read Moremusings at 4 a.m.
Last night D. brought home Blizzards for the girls and for himself, and my “I’ll just have two bites of yours” turned into me eating half of his Oreo Blizzard. (Can you see why he doesn’t like to share with me?) I have a friend who insists that DQ is not a “deliberate dessert” (meaning…
Read Moreit’s done!
I’m sorry to be so long in posting, friends. I’ve had my face in my computer almost constantly. I’ve been up since 3 a.m. this morning. I am exhausted. But I just e-mail the manuscript–Use Your Words: A Writing Guide for Mother–to my editor. (It hasn’t sunk in yet. I just feel numb.) Andrea suggested…
Read Moreits time, again
(I posted this yesterday, but it vanished. I’ve no idea why.) Spring has been slow in coming to Minnesota this year, but finally, it’s here. The plants in the garden have begun to fill out, the grass is green, and even our spindly Maple in the front yard has sprouted leaves. All of this means…
Read Morean update and an essay
Thank you all for your thoughts and good wishes for my grandpa. He has done the seemingly impossible and bounced back at 102 years old. On Friday afternoon he had a pacemaker put in, and he felt so good after the surgery that he wanted a plate of BBQ ribs. “I know I’m talking too…
Read Morecocooned
I’m sorry I’ve been quiet the last week. (And I’m sorry I was late on drawing names for the autographed copy of Hot (Sweaty) Mamas. I just had one of my fine coffee shop friends pull a name from a bowl, and it’s Cath C! Cath, send me your address, and I’ll get the book…
Read Morea note about the Vanda and patience
My favorite plant is the Vanda Rothschildiana. It hangs in the window of our dining room, its long stem twisting around itself, as if it’s reaching for the sun. When it blooms, its huge buds open to reveal lavender petals the size of a child’s hand. I inherited this plant from Mimi, with whom D…
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