Random Musings

Category: writing

  • Rusty Eel Memories

    Memories are funny things. We kind of think of them like Polaroids, like snapshots frozen in time. But they’re nothing like that. The slippery eels of memory distort, stretch, and shrink as they slide through the murky subconscious of our brains. What you remember is a belief of a memory–“It…

  • Stop floundering aimlessly in word-land

    We’re currently on our annual personal writing retreat. There are some differences with this one that means my word count isn’t as high as usual by this point in the week, but they’re happy reasons, so it’s all good. I’m still averaging about 4,000 a day, which isn’t bad. I’m…

  • Make it hurt

    It’s been a while since I wrote about writerly things, and there’s something specific on my mind. Quiz: what makes for a better story? A. Two women have to work together. Neither really likes the other, (not for any big reason), but things happen and they work it out in…

  • Get your suitcase out…

    I’m really excited to say that my first anthology for BSB, coedited by the wonderful Sandra Lowe, will be out in January. Escape to Pleasure is all about finding the sensual while away from home. Whether that’s in Thailand on a business trip, playing out a fantasy with a partner,…

  • Come Talk to Me?

    Hey all. Hope you’re well as we slide into autumn. Here in the UK, we’ve had a gorgeous run of chilly sunshine and our yard is full of Halloween decorations. That definitely points to the fact that there’s a Yank living here, since no one else in the entire estate…

  • Nicotine and backgammon

    Nostalgia is a funny phenomenon… I moved around a lot as a kid. Three years in a place was an average. But I was born in Glendale. My aunt and my grandmother lived there too. My aunt moved around some, but she ended up back in Glendale. I spent many…

  • Breathing.

    Surrounded by work, by noise, by the need to be ever-available, it’s easy to forget to just breathe. To be in the moment. I’m on a Greek island in October. This is my view every morning when I wake up. And I am breathing. Like, deep breath, full soul, filling…

  • Touching history

    I love studying history. I love touching something that meant so much to someone nice upon a time. It’s such a beautiful thing to be connected to the past. Even if it’s a past with darkness, as so much of history is. It makes me feel both less alone and…

  • Prophetic multitudes

    I was a weird kid. I was a soul searcher. From a young age, I wanted to understand the nature of god (little g). I wanted to understand who was supposed to be out there listening. And why people where talking to a bunch of different entities they couldn’t see.…

  • Depth perception. Or, too fat for the shower.

    Well hello there. It’s been awhile. You see, I’m having some trouble putting myself out into cyberspace these days. Even on social media I rarely say much of consequence. But that’s bothering me some. I tell other people to be brave, to speak out, reach out… but I don’t. I…