Category Archives: Writing

Neglected, but Resurrected

Are you all sick of hearing excuses and apologies for my not being faithful to this blog? I’m tired of giving them to you. So…here we go again. I figure if I’m going to be leading out in a Women’s Writing group, I’d better be writing. I’ll talk about life, my crazy life, as the SAHM of two teen girls, two dogs, more cats than I need (we are fostering a litter of 8), a hubby who travels for work (which sucks), my continued journey of seeking a healthier/smaller me, and our ups & downs. I’ll share my crafty – Susie Homemaker type projects, both successes and failures. I’ll share my guilt and perceived failures on things domestic. On that last note, I’ll share that this summer’s garden fits into that category! I am ashamed to say the weeds are taller than all the plants, except the corn, because I’m not good with keeping up with things like that without a strict schedule. We got a lot of cukes and tomatoes (grape, mostly) from the garden, so it wasn’t an absolute failure.  Our carrots were also a big WIN. We managed to get some huge, flavorful carrots…the whole row seems to have done very well.

Life in general is busy, as usual. I’m leading out in our local fiber group, called “Stitch, Please.” Hopefully, soon, the women’s writing group will start. Bug is in Driver’s Ed, participating in Scholastic Bowl again this year, joined Chorus at school, and is in the musical Guys and Dolls, so we have lots of practices and rehearsals to go to. Pally has started her 8th grade year, so there is a lot going on, but band seems to be the thing that keeps her & I the most busy…and Pep Band starts next week – so we have to have Pally at numerous middle school basketball games in the next few months. We’ve already done two parades this year, marching band, ya’ll…but she gets better, and better every year.

We are settling in nicely to the new house. It’s been almost a year here, and we couldn’t be happier. We are still trying to get ourselves organized – a never-ending project, it seems. We keep rearranging things, and some of the rooms. Currently, I’m on the hunt for a cheap Chinoiserie screen or plans for one, to separate my desk/office area from the rest of our dining room. I’m also working on a couple of knitting projects – always having more than one project cast on at a time! Even though I feel like half of my projects get abandoned, and never finished. It’s something I’m working on this year, just one of my personality quirks.

So, thanks for coming back. Hopefully this time I can stick it out with you! If I seem to falter, or fade, give me the what-for.


Just Call Me Blogress

Like a Tigress, only bloggier!

Riding in the car with my hubby a few weeks ago, in the dark, having just crossed the Michigan State line, I was telling my hubby about the number of hits I was getting on my blog, according to my mobile WordPress app. I was throwing up pretty good numbers for someone who isn’t very good at posting every day. He looked at me and said in all seriousness, “That the kind of stats you want to hear from a Blogress.” I had to stop him, and ask him if he’d said “Bloggess,” because we’d been talking about Jenny just a few days before (and her hysterical SexIs Funny column), and I thought maybe he’d assumed that was a common term. Nope. He’d come up with this just off the top of his head. It made me feel good, it made me feel like I was really accomplishing something with this, and then there was the laughing! I pictured myself a full-fledged Saturday morning cartoon Super Hero. Shades of a chunky* Cheetara or She-Ra. Heck, how about Cover Girl from G. I. Joe? What? No one else remembers her? Just me? Okay, then.

Honestly, it was the first time I realized he was proud of me, for putting myself out there, and actually writing. He’s been telling me for, oh, 14 years, that I need to write a book. He can’t understand why I can’t (or don’t) just do it. Honestly, I don’t understand it myself. I have all these great ideas, and then….pfffffffttttt. They fizzle out long before I can flesh out a full story. Perhaps I’m going about it all wrong. Perhaps I need to look at it like a job, and dedicate some time every day to it, like I’m trying to do with this blog. Do I succeed every day? Nope, but I’m no quitter. Not really. I’m more of a “non-starter.” When it’s something I’m afraid to fail at, I don’t seriously start. I cannot begin to tell you the how frightening the thought of years and years, and hundreds upon hundreds of rejection letters from editors is to me. So, I’m starting small. I’m here. Writing what I know. What I know is me. What I know is my family. What I know is the things that hold me back. Hopefully I’d don’t whine to excess, or bore your socks off.

For now, I cling to knowing that there are a people who are proud of me for taking this one step.

*We use the comedian Gabriel Iglesias’ size scale, although, I exchange chunky for “husky”. Boy’s are husky. Just check the Sears or JC Penny catalog if you don’t believe me. If you aren’t familiar I’ll run it down for you:

Level 1: Big

Level 2: Healthy

Level 3: Husky

Level 4: Fluffy (where Gabriel states he ranks)

Level 5: D@@@@@mn

Level 6: Oh H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks No