I missed a day yesterday.   I can’t decide if I feel guilt-ridden or liberated.  Either way, I have no enthusiasm for writing anything tonight either.

It’s a stunning full moon out tonight.  I’m going to go outside and enjoy it instead of sitting here trying to guilt myself into writing a decent post.

Blah, blah, blah

Here we go again.  Another last-minute, race with midnight, hurry the fluck up and post something, dummy.


I’ve hit a wall.  I’ve got 4 posts in draft but nothing I can finish up in less than half an hour. I don’t want to sit here for half an hour wracking my brain to try to come up with something cute or witty to say about not having anything cute or witty to say, again, so I’m just going to stop right here.

Day 16

Here it is fast approaching midnight, again, and I have yet to find time to sit down and write.  I guess some days are going to go that way.

I’m here.  I don’t have any organized, coherent topic for today but I am going to post about not having anything to post if I have to, just to keep posting every day.  Just knowing that I have a deadline to write something, anything, keeps me alert all day.  I may not sit down and write every little thought that comes to mind but I find that knowing that I am going to have to come up with something to post keeps me in a heightened state of awareness.

Carlaat at One Wild and Precious Life observed the other day, “Spending each day being a little more reflective than normal, really drinking in each moment because hey, I might be able to write about it at some point, makes the day stretch beautifully.”  I find that I too am more reflective as I go about my day.  I’m enjoying the moments of my life so much more than “normal.”   Even these moments when I sit down with only a few minutes ’till midnight and I have nothing in particular to post about.  It’s all good.

‘Till tomorrow.



Day 15

Today I am grateful for the 7 minutes I have left to write this post.

Today I am grateful for the Post A Day Challenge.

Today I am grateful for the Friends I have met who are also doing the Post A Day Challenge.

Today I am grateful for my laptop.

Today I am grateful for the rain.

Today I am grateful for my warm and cozy bed.

Today I am grateful for the jasmine scented candle burning on my dresser.

Today I am grateful for my dogs cold nose on my face.

Today I am grateful for sweet tea.

Today I am grateful for my mp3 player.

Today I am grateful for my family.

Today I am grateful for trees.

Today I am grateful for cars.

Today I am grateful for hot showers.

Today I am grateful for cotton.

Today I am grateful for the earth.

Today I am grateful for clouds.

Today I am grateful for gratitude.

Tomorrow’s suggested topic:   Describe the wackiest but most useful advice you’ve ever received.

Join the Post A Day Challenge, duh!


Today I am grateful for the message “No writing errors found!”

All About Writing

Every post I’ve written so far on this blog has been about writing in one way or another. I’ve been a little upset with myself for writing about writing all the time but today I decided not to be upset.  There is so much to say on the topic of writing.  It’s my current favorite subject.  I love writing.  I love the writing process and I love sharing stories about writing.  I enjoy it all so much that I have decided to dedicate this entire blog to writing and writers.

Two different fellow postaday-ers (borrowed this word from Mo) wrote about two different books today.  I’ve put both on my wish list.  First, Mo over at Mo’s Blog, wrote a post, Teach yourself graphic design.   Apparently it’s a design book for non-designers, like me.  Then, carlaat, over at One Wild and Precious Life, wrote an awesome post about lots of stuff.  Some of that stuff is about a book and a website that has already inspired me and I haven’t even bought the book yet.  Check out the post here.

Today has been a great day for me for organizing my thoughts and getting some research done.  I have a recommendation of my own to pass along.  If you haven’t ever heard of it or used it, check out Evernote.    I’m running out of time to do a good review of this service this evening but Evernote is an awesome tool for gathering and organizing research materials.  Check it out here.

Happy Writing!


I just stumbled across something I wrote about a year ago.  I went to visit my daughter at college.  She had a paper to write and I was bored so I picked up something off of her bed and just started reading.  There were 3 versions of Little Red Riding Hood.  The first was “The Story of Grandmother” by Paul Delarue.  The second, “Little Red Riding Hood” by Charles Perrault and Finally, “Little Red Cap” by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm.  I hadn’t written anything in ages but after reading the three versions of the story I sat down and wrote my own version of the story in about 10 minutes time.  I had forgotten, briefly, that I had writer’s block.  I just wrote the story and copied it to email for my daughter and saved it to my hard drive and forgot about it until today.

<WARNING> The story is not a fairy tale for children.  I’m giving it a NC17 rating.

Little Red, Riding ‘Round the Hood

There once was a little girl who loved the color red.  She loved the color red so much that everything she wore was red, all of her toys had to be red and even the bike she rode was red.

One day Little Red was riding ‘round the hood on her way to Grandma’s house when she came upon a wolf.  The wolf was very well dressed and spoke with an air of authority so that Little Red answered all of his questions very politely and very thoroughly.

“Where are you going today, Little Red” asked the wolf while checking his image in the rear view mirror of his shiny red sports car.  “I’m off to Grandma’s house” replied the girl, “to deliver some pot from Mom.”  “Oh,” said the wolf, sincerely, “why don’t you come with me to my place first?  I’ve got some stuff your grandma might like even better.”

“What should I do with my bike?” asked Little Red “Just leave it here.  You won’t be in need of it anymore” assured the wolf.

So Little Red, not wishing to disobey an elder, followed the wolf to his penthouse on the top floor.    The wolf bolted the door behind her as she entered but Little Red was too busy noticing the plasma TV and the overstuffed leather sofas to be bothered.

“My, what a big TV you have” said Little Red.

“All the better to watch porn” replied the wolf.

“My, what glimmering crystal you have” admired the girl.

“All the better to drink Champaign” cooed the wolf.

“My, what a lumpy bed you have” queried Little Red.

“All the better to stuff away my money” persuaded the wolf.

Forgetting all about Grandma’s house, Little Red made a fire and turned down the sheets while the wolf poured Champaign into the glimmering crystal glasses.  “Where should I put my clothes” asked Little Red?  “Just throw them on the floor said the wolf.  The maid will pick them up in the morning.”

Little Red found her spot in the lumpy bed and allowed herself to be devoured by the wolf.  For hours Little Red screamed and begged and thrashed about and called out for God until the wolf, finally, had his fill and fell sound asleep.

Not being the least bit sleepy, but more than a little hungry, she went into the kitchen only to find nothing more than some two-week old Chinese in the carton and some stale bread.  Red returned to the bedroom and retrieved the wolf’s keys and a fist full of money.

On her journey through the market, Little Red purchased a stunning red coat with a hood.  How could she resist?  After all, it went so well with the gold and diamonds and the Christian Dior sun glasses.