If anyone beside the bots is listening, then I’m sure it’ll just MAKE YOUR DAY that the writing engine is undergoing a tune-up and a buff and polish to remove rust and ready itself for use. The engine coughs and smoke billows out from the tail end of a craft that doesn’t seem all thatContinue reading “A Shoutout to Empty Cyberspace”
Category Archives: Writing
Happy Easter to You All
Writing “If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly.” G.K. Chesterton My novel (fourth draft) has been reviewed, and (sigh) it still needs lots of work. (sigh again) Multiple rewrites are par for the course for professional writers, so I can’t expect anything less. I’m an engineer by profession, not a writer,Continue reading “Happy Easter to You All”
Blog Follower Appreciation Day
Fitness and prepping have been on my mind (and my blog!) as of late, but as a heads up: my primary passion is writing. This post is a “thank you” to my husband and to all of you, my blog followers. Writing is a life skill worth acquiring. I appreciate your following my amateurish, oftenContinue reading “Blog Follower Appreciation Day”
All Aboard the Rona Express – One Last Prepper Posting
Y’ALL BETTER BE PREPPING FOR LIKELY SCENARIOS I’d wager I’m not the only wanna-be writer who thinks prepper websites are a good resource for dystopian worldbuilding. Suburbanites like myself, with nearby stores stocking everything we need, and clean water available at the turn of the tap, have a difficult time visualizing a SHTF scenario. ButContinue reading “All Aboard the Rona Express – One Last Prepper Posting”
Dystopian Worldbuilding and Industrial Facilities
On a normal day of operation at your friendly neighborhood industrial facility or oil refinery, thousands of pounds of toxic and/or flammable materials are shooting through hot pipes, swirling about in vessels, and reacting under tightly controlled conditions into desirable products. As a (retired) chemical engineer, I’ve worn my steel-toed boots thin in many suchContinue reading “Dystopian Worldbuilding and Industrial Facilities”
Dystopian Worldbuilding and Prepper Podcasts
“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo.“So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The FellowshipContinue reading “Dystopian Worldbuilding and Prepper Podcasts”
Raining and Snowing on My Writing Parade
Dear Fellow Writers, What do you want your words to do? Entertain? Inform? Persuade? Level sarcasm? Bludgeon? Make money? Gain attention? Prove how clever and erudite you are? Lead your readers over a cliff like so many lemmings? Provide catharsis? Or do you simply love spinning stories and find it fulfilling when others enjoy them?Continue reading “Raining and Snowing on My Writing Parade”
Careful, Or You’ll End Up In My Novel
Behold, my most comfy t-shirt: Some Famous Person wrote that writers do what they do for revenge and not money. My fortysomething brain can’t remember who wrote that. Poor witty person, what’s the point of being famous if people don’t connect you to your pithy cleverness? Anyway, while I would posit that while writers doContinue reading “Careful, Or You’ll End Up In My Novel”
Writey Crafty Moms
Sorry for the frequent blog postings. I will settle down, I promise! Anyway… “The quickest way for a parent to get a child’s attention is to sit down and look comfortable.” Lane Olinghouse How many writers (especially moms) find abundant time and mental energy for writing (or other creative) projects? Hmmm… I’m not seeing manyContinue reading “Writey Crafty Moms”
Morning Pages, Morning Meditations, and the Hullabaloo in My Head
Who out there has read Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way? Who out there has done the entire assignment set? For those unfamiliar, her first assignment is what she calls “Morning Pages.” Aspiring artists (not just writers) are to fill three pages daily with the thoughts in their heads. Anything, anything at all, is fodder forContinue reading “Morning Pages, Morning Meditations, and the Hullabaloo in My Head”