Category Archives: blogging

Forgive the Teddy Bears

I’m sitting beside a large pile of pages that constitute the manuscript I’m working on. I’ve got only the notes and bibliography left to proof (about 60 pages of tiny text), and I should be working on them, but I can’t help but want to be here instead, composing a wonderful post, something creative and

Irony

I just spent the last three hours writing a post called “Wasting Time or Finding Inspiration?” The post suggested I was indeed finding inspiration. I was writing about how when I feel as though I can’t edit anymore and I’ve caught up on the sites I read and I don’t much feel like doing anything

We Are Live!

Hooray! I knew there was a good reason for this long weekend. I mean, naturally I would rather have been swimming up to a bar in a Caribbean resort, or gallivating in gay Paris, but due to an unfortunately incapacitated dog (she overdid the swimming and enthusiastic jumping around at Point Petre yesterday, I think),

Steph’s New Groove

Yes, it might be annoying to you that I change my theme a lot. As I’ve said a gazillion times before, I like change. Maybe it’s because I haven’t yet found a theme I’m completely and utterly in love with. Maybe it’s got to do with a fear of commitment. Or maybe it’s just plain

Free Your Mind: A Whole New Meaning

As I lie on the couch after a very long and arduous but also very awesome and magical tramp with Colin and Lucy through the Narnia-like snow-laden woods by our house; after tag-team shovelling the driveway upon getting back — as I lie on the couch, jean legs soaked behind the knees (the snow was

Windchill Warning Friday

Look — look how many days it’s been since I last wrote!! I can’t believe my absence. I can’t believe my lack of inspiration. It’s convinced me — suddenly I realize this — that a great deal of my inspiration came from the blogs I read and from those who read me — and because

WOOHOO! The only time you can call me an SOB and not hurt my feelings…

So! I heard from Betsy that I was given the SOB honour! SOB stands for Successful and Outstanding Blogger. Believe it, because I don’t! But I have to admit, I’m glowing. Thank you. I have said that this is just a personal blog, not for any other purpose but to expel what I’m thinking and

Boredom is a Bitch

Here is how interesting my current editing job is: I would rather be titling the six or seven months of posts from when I first started blogging last year. Yeah, the posts have no titles. I don’t know what that was about. I just didn’t know what I was doing. But is it so wrong

The Pleasure is Mine

You may have seen her here occasionally, an awesome blogger and talented writer and extremely kind-hearted woman named Em. She writes Lefty in My Right Mind, and I can’t even remember how we found each other anymore. I think she found me, perhaps, and I followed her back to where she came from and haven’t

Dream a Little Dream

Early this morning I had the most vivid dream. If you have the stomach for the most horrifying descriptions, read on. If not, go here, to read more pleasant things. The dream started off rather normal, though all through I was aware of being surrounded by very high things, whether fences or ceilings or staircases