The Green vs. the White

As a kid I hated the term ‘green Christmas’.  Growing up in Utah, our Christmas was never green (heck, our summers worked pretty hard to pull off green!), instead Christmas without fresh snow would be a brown, mucky mush of left-over October snow and biting winds.  The years when it snowed on Christmas Eve, or thereabouts, were my favorite

Great Writing Advice a la James Maxey

I’ve been following along with James’ writing essays on whateverville and thought I’d link them here.  I recognize in myself many of the mistakes he describes, that I’ve either made in the past or continue to make.  My worst writing errors are probably: Writing stuff with generic scenery Writing stuff in which I’m too subtle and

Music to Fly By

While of course I’m grateful for many things this Thanksgiving, what comes to mind when listening to friends’ travel plans?  That I’m staying home. My flying horror stories aren’t that horrendous.  Rude, inconsiderate attendants who treat people as something less than sub-citizen, officious security officers denying my preschooler the water their documents stated she was allowed, time spent standing in lines for

The Laundry Thing

What is it about laundry?  No single item of clothing is too heavy for an old lady to carry, so it can’t very well be considered hard labor.  We buy gleaming machines that take our clothes for a ride and spit them out warm and fuzzy.  The soaps and scrubbies come in such a variety that every

A Fashionably Late Spider

I’ve been patiently waiting for Ghost Spider to go up on AlienSkin, and wondered over the payment I recieved.  Then yesterday I pinged the editor for a status check and it turns out the story ran back in August!  Check out the archived version, if you wish, and tell my spider friend to not be

Oops!

If you saw that last post, blink quickly!  That was my entire submission history, and intended to be posted as private.  I must not have gotten the hang of these silly options just yet. 😛 Don’t worry.  It’s gone, so you can open your eyes and look at a world still un-scarred by the submission