Cultural Context, and Being a Little More Southern for the Holidays
I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I publish a blog post every Friday, but—unless life gets crazy and I’m super busy—I actually write it the day before, on Thursday. I prefer to avoid the day-of pressure, especially since I’m five or six hours behind the U.S. East coast timezone-wise. That means right now I’m sitting at my desk, on a sort of holiday, staring at the screen, saying, Huh. Usually just in my mind, but occasionally out loud. So expect a lot of meandering today. 😉 Oh, except I do want to let you know that Read more…
Are You (Or Is Your Favorite Character) a Pottymouth? The Answer Might Surprise You…
I had an interesting experience recently that I wanted to share. I submitted Back to Lazarus to a promotional site that gives featured books a Content Rating, sort of like a movie in theaters. Instead of simply saying it’s All Readers or Adult or whatever, the site also explains why the book got the rating. The rating is based on information provided by the book’s author in a detailed questionnaire that covers everything from crude humor to sex to violence to use of drugs, alcohol and tobacco. The whole thing is done in a very non-judgy way with the sole purpose of Read more…
Writer’s Little Helpers (Not That Kind), and an Addendum to Last Week’s Post
This week… yeah. Wow. I generally don’t talk politics on the blog, and I won’t start today, but not acknowledging that this has been a momentous week would be dishonest. Whether you’re elated or devastated or somewhere in between, I suspect many if not all of us are feeling pretty wrung out by the past year, coupled with the release of a burden being lifted. Since I’m being honest, I’ll share that I figure every day this week I managed to put on pants (albeit yoga pants) and not put vodka on my cereal or eat grass (wait—the dogs do that) Read more…
Ain’t No Cure for the Post-Performance Funk
Today, I thought I’d tell you a little story, hopefully one I haven’t told you before. As with all my stories about anything that happened longer ago than yesterday, it comes with the Jimmy Buffett caveat, it’s “A Semi-True Story.” In other words, the years tend to make for a better story, but the accuracy of the details tends to suffer. I was in Band growing up, the kind with polyester uniforms, halftime shows, and folding chairs, not the kind with groupies, torn clothes (except once, in a wardrobe malfunction, my polyester pants), and screaming fans. It began when we gathered Read more…
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