There’s no escaping the fact that I’m old now. Many my age and older will disagree, but 10-20 years ago I thought people my age now were old and simply deluding themselves into thinking that they weren’t and that they were still relevant. So, obviously, people in their 20s and 30s are looking at me in that same way, like I’m an obsolescent model whose parts are no longer made by the factory. Huh. Wait ’til THEY get to MY…
I’m born anew — or at least attempting such. I don’t mean a half-hearted single post every year or so either. I mean a full-fledged rise from the ashes with a return to posting regularity and a wary embrace of the public. I hid for a long while because life got hard and things got personal. Circumstances changed enormously. I got lost for a while and lacked direction, but I kept moving because at least I had my work. And then…
I saw a really neat quote being re-tweeted on Twitter today: “Why is it that we understand that playing the cello will require work but we relegate writing to the magic of inspiration?”-Ann Patchett Now … I have a bachelor’s degree in literature/writing, cum laude to boot. Also, I used to teach the piano to students of all ages, and I am now teaching myself to play the ukulele. So this will probably sound a little strange coming from me,…
I was reminded of my blog today when I received an announcement from the Amazon Associates Program. They’re doing business with California bloggers again, so of course I thought to myself, “I should totally re-instate that Amazon widget on my blog again.” Not that I have ever received a crap-ton of advertising revenue from my blog; the total has been enough to buy myself a few books maybe, but certainly no single payment with which I could ever pay the rent,…
Minnie asked me once what it meant when her young kitten Ariana bit her. Silly me, I told her it meant that the cat loved her because whenever my black cat bites me, it’s a gentle love bite on the calf, sometimes right before she licks me nearly to death. I’d completely forgotten what it was like to have a kitten who really grabbed onto your arm with its front paws, attacked your wrist with its teeth, and kicked you…