The Languid Tale of Tina Louanne Sparkles There comes a moment when every person has to serve his or her country. Sometimes you are hired as an elected official, sometimes you join the military, and sometimes you waste the time of a person you presume might be trying to get your passport for illicit purposes.… Continue reading The Languid Tale of Tina Louanne Sparkles
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The Pros and Cons of Writing on a Computer vs Writing by Hand
The third instalment in the now named Writer-Not-Author series of blog posts. Previously we addressed the pros and cons of traditional publishing versus self-publishing and the pros and cons of pantsing versus plotting. Now we shall take another step back in the creative process and address why No Pants Everyday is applicable to both categories. There is… Continue reading The Pros and Cons of Writing on a Computer vs Writing by Hand
In Which a Grievous Error is Made
My Little sister is the best. She is a bit like a mini-me only she loves math and will probably be Prime Minister some day. It makes sense that she would be influenced by her elder sibling's love of video games, so when she texted me a month or so ago asking if she should… Continue reading In Which a Grievous Error is Made
An Open Letter to Stephen Colbert: “Thanks for the laughs”
Sometimes I like to write open letters to people or things that bring me joy in the pitiless world in which I inhabit. My new husband says I am dramatic and 'over react' but I just tell him to turn off the lights and leave me to wallow in my despair. This is one of… Continue reading An Open Letter to Stephen Colbert: “Thanks for the laughs”
The Pros and Cons of Pantsing v. Plotting
This seems to be an age-old battle in the “Gosh I wish I was a published writer and had a sweet bunch of honeys that could hang off of my arm” world. If you are a pantser, you fly by the seat of your pants when writing. If you are a plotter, you plot things,… Continue reading The Pros and Cons of Pantsing v. Plotting
An Open Letter to Target: How to ‘Get’ Canada
Dear Target, Wow. Wowza. Woomph. We did not see that coming. And… and how many layoffs? Damn. That’s, well… Just wow. Okay. So, here’s the thing, Target. I get that a billion dollars in losses is pretty substantial (also an oddly round number), but you’ve only been in Canada 22 months. All the experts are… Continue reading An Open Letter to Target: How to ‘Get’ Canada
An Open Letter to David’s Tea: “I Could Weep For Joy”
Sometimes I write open letters to people or things because I am bored or have something to say. This is one of those times. Dear David’s Tea, You and I have always gotten along, David’s Tea. This is a love-love relationship; I give you money, you give me copious amounts of delicious tea with which… Continue reading An Open Letter to David’s Tea: “I Could Weep For Joy”
The Pros and Cons of Self-Publishing versus Traditional Publishing
Full disclosure. I am not a published author. I am barely an author. Sometimes I’m barely a human, but that’s only before 8:30 a.m. and two cups of coffee. Still, the CC chat has been gabbing recently about the differences between Traditional Publishing and Self-Publishing. I thought I ought to take my copious amount of… Continue reading The Pros and Cons of Self-Publishing versus Traditional Publishing
Pigeons of Paris
Paris has many pigeons. Grey, speckled, white, a microcosm of pigeon culture, all with the same beady red eyes, watching, waiting. And, oh yes, they are all tremendously fat. I'm not talking about your average run of the mill fat pigeon. I'm talking about full on boisterous, carnivorous birds that spend their days bathing in… Continue reading Pigeons of Paris
The Honeymon Letters: Dear Paris, Please Stop Trying to Sell Me Phones
I’m in Paris on my honeymoon. I like Paris. I also like ferrets, and Barret from Final Fantasy VII. I also like rhymes. Dear Paris, I've found you at last. What a magnificent city. What an oddly surreal experience to walk into. I mean this in the most literal sense. When we stepped off the… Continue reading The Honeymon Letters: Dear Paris, Please Stop Trying to Sell Me Phones
