Can balloons ever be inconspicuous? I sort of thought there would be more creepers on the train this late at night. Pleasantly surprised. Those Bellinis were delicious. People who take the train at night do grand calculations to ensure they sit ad far away from each other as possible. I need to pee again. Damn… Continue reading Thoughts On a Train Part 3
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Thoughts on a Train Part 2
People with long necks wearing collarless shirt sort of look like really casual giraffes. Instead of going to work I could be playing Fallout New Vegas. But then how would I afford Fallout 4 when it comes out? 20 days until the new John Connolly book comes out. If we don't get it in I… Continue reading Thoughts on a Train Part 2
Thoughts on a Train
This train smells like burning rubber. The kids sitting across from me is vaping, but he also sort of looks like he did that weird lip enhancement challenge. That is either strawberry ice cream or blood and semen dried on his pants. I'm not sure which is more disconcerting. The Christian Science poster featuring a… Continue reading Thoughts on a Train
180 Thousand Words
I haven't blogged for myself lately, but dammit, I won't let CTW down!
Writing Words n’ Stuff – The Art of Rhetoric or Whatever
I’ve been blogging at CtW for a while now. This is the first time I have written anything of worth that won’t get me yelled at by the other bloggers.
by Kathleen Sawisky
I’m at a crossroads, writing-wise. Having gotten back what feedback I expect from my Beta Readers, I’m sitting here with a bunch of suggestions. Some of them I like. Some of them I don’t. I could cherry-pick. However, like every great Over-Thinker of the world, I have a tendency to turn ideas around in my head until I’m not sure which way they are facing and I’m generally sitting in a puddle of my own waste. Because I’ve soiled myself. That was a poop joke. It’s 1:00 in the morning, what do you want from me?
Where was I? Oh yeah. Over-thinking. I am a mad over-thinker. It’s a by-product of my education. The folks on CC heard me bemoan having to do the fabled ‘Journals/Study Guides’ for a series of four courses, and as much as I begrudged the work they included, I can’t help but…
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Guest Blog: On Death and Grandma
I was asked to jump in over at Crackin the WIP again today. Here’s a little taste of thoughts to come.
L. Graham is out this week, so our oft-time guest blogger Kathleen Sawisky has agreed to fill in. Enjoy!
On Death and Grandma
by Kathleen Sawisky
I’m going to take the opportunity to be a bit morbid here. You see, my 88 year old grandma fell and broke her hip this last week, and it led to a rather honest conversation between my mum and I about death. My mum, being ever pragmatic, reminded me that Grams ain’t afraid of shit, let alone death, and if this is the straw that breaks that metaphorical camel’s back, so be it. I agree, simply because yeah, death. I mean, unless your grey matter is going to get cryogenically frozen, the big sleep is usually the end of the line for all of us (religious beliefs notwithstanding.)
But that got me thinking about how we portray death in our writing. Thriller/Suspense usually lends…
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Guest Blog: Book Series – Not as Bad as Keith Thinks
I did another guest blog for CtW. Poor Keith!
Book Series: Not as Bad as Keith Thinks
by Kathleen Sawisky
Keith M. and I sometimes harass each other about book series. He’s not a fan of them, probably because he is a poop head (Full disclaimer: he is not a poop head and gives me excellent beer suggestions.) I, on the other hand, am a dedicated series writer. Seriesist? Seriest? Serial – – wait, no. Never mind. I’ve been working on The Code since I was a young teen, looking for a way to deal with the angst of my childhood and process my parents divorce and my own medical disabilities. I started writing because it simply made sense to me, and when I finished my first ‘book’ (if you can even call it that) at the age of thirteen I realized…
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The Pizza that Saved the World
My friend Shawna and I have decided to indulge our incessant eating by starting a Culinary Review blog. Because we don’t have anything else to do with our time. This is my first installment.
Oh my god, what did I just put in my mouth. I’ve done it, Shawna. I’ve found the best cheap pizza in the city. It is delicious and it is found in a holy place called Ripe Tomato Pizza. The hubby picked me up from 69th Street Station and we went for lunch in West Springs where this little novelty of a shop is located (although a quick Google search says there is also one on Stephen Ave. Do I hear a pizza date coming up?)
They’ve got one of those glorious wood stove, pizza oven, circular rotating extravaganza ovens which cooks your pizza to what I can only describe as the consistency of angel flesh. I’m assuming if angel’s had flesh it would be crunchy on the outside and somewhat soft on the inside but also flat. Flat angel flesh.
I ordered a 9″ ham and arugula, which comes…
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An Open Letter to Peter Fassbender’s Smirk and the People That Taught Me
This is the second in a series of open letters to people who have influenced my life. Because of the current BCTF Strike, as well as the appalling response by the BC Liberal Government, I have decided to address this letter specifically to the education minister, Peter Fassbender's Smirk. Dear Peter Fassbender's Smirk, You and… Continue reading An Open Letter to Peter Fassbender’s Smirk and the People That Taught Me
In Which Cats, Cats Cats, Cats? Ha ha! Cats!
Get your tinfoil hats on, folks, because the internet is in our brains and our constant contributions to social media is ruining our lives. Also, cats. For the last four days I've been taking part in Block Week. The hellish University of experience of completing an entire course, that is four months worth of material,… Continue reading In Which Cats, Cats Cats, Cats? Ha ha! Cats!
