Confession: I don’t know an earth sign from a peace sign, so taking astrological advice does not come naturally to me. But I will admit to an idle curiosity about the relationship between my zodiac sign (Capricorn) and my “destiny.” See? I can’t even do this without quotation marks. But I digress.
You could say I have a selective belief in astrology. As in, when my horoscope says things I like, I’m all in. Otherwise, I turn the newspaper page to the crossword puzzle, which is where I was headed before being distracted by the foolishness of a one-size-fits-all-Capricorns “message” from the universe.
This week’s issue of our local paper, however, provided the type of glad tidings I prefer to clip and post above my desk:
“Writing, research, and communications projects go well this month, with the sun in Pisces [the sun is where? oh, whatever]. Words come with greater ease. Study and practice.”
Oh, and “today” (how do they know when I’m reading it, since my newspaper is a weekly?) is an 8, where 10 is the easiest day and 0 is the most challenging. Alrighty then. I’ll go with that, until further notice or next week’s issue, whichever comes first.
This just in: A winner has been declared in the Haiku Throwdown!
Dear God, what have I gotten myself into now?? I am honored … okay, too strong … I am advised by Dan Alatorre that I have advanced to the final round in his Flash Fiction Challenge: Haiku Edition. Are there prizes? Highly unlikely, but if there are, I suspect they may involve alcohol. More specifically, virtual alcohol. As in, “Cheers! You won!” Ah, what the hell. In for a penny, in for a pound. Whatever the hell that means.
So, for the final round, Dan took the Random Topic Generator for a spin, and this is what that evil device came up with: (more…)
For the past couple of weeks, I’ve spent at least as much time helping my daughter polish her query letter as working on my novel. One thing of my own that I have managed to complete is a piece of flash fiction. For those unfamiliar, flash fiction is a story told in (typically) 1,000 words or less. The one I wrote (for submission to New England Crime Bake, a writers’ conference I’m attending in two weeks) had to be (gasp!) 150 words or less. Now, I have never been known as A Woman of Few Words, so to say this was a monumental task for me is to woefully underestimate the quantity and volume of the voices in my head.
As they say in the late-night infomercials: But wait! (more…)
Fun stuff from the book:
In my novel, you will come upon a phrase you likely have not heard before: Cirque du Squirrellay. How it plays into the story, you will have to wait to find out.
But this, friends, is a performance of Cirque du Squirrellay. (more…)