February 8, 2015
Writer and Author
I’m reading a lot about writing right now. About the right place and the right mood and the right subject. I’m reading so much about writing that I’m not writing a damn thing.
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February 2, 2015
What bunions really represent
I’m off to see the podiatrist today. About my bunions.
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January 23, 2015
On David Foster Wallace, From Which I Am Removing Myself
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January 21, 2015
Petit fours
Zoe loves to hear about the day she was born. I tell her about how we rose super-early to get ready to go to the hospital, about how I couldn’t see my own feet as I took my last shower during pregnancy. She knows that I was nervous and scared, but more excited that I’ve ever been. She knows that Daddy drove us through the dark to the hospital, and that we checked in during the quiet, early hours when it feels like no one else is awake in the whole world. I tell her the highlight reel of her entry into this world, the very best parts that make that day so special.
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January 6, 2015
Writing, Photography, No (and other crap)
I haven’t written because I’ve been busy shooting and editing, and editing, and editing. Hours in Photoshop. The new camera is absolutely incredible. A dream.
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January 2, 2015
Veruca Salt and bacon jam
I had two things on the calendar today, and as of this morning I didn’t want to do either of them. Mainly because they involved a.) getting off the couch and b.) putting on a bra. I honestly don’t now which I was dreading more.
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January 1, 2015
Happy New Year
It’s 3:21 in the morning of the new year, and I can’t sleep. Must’ve been the beer(s). I’m not upset or worried about anything. I paid the taxes. I wrote thank you notes for gift bearers I couldn’t thank in person. The house is clean. (Relatively.) I just can’t sleep.
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December 15, 2014
What we’ve been doing
I haven't been writing much lately, mostly because late nights make it hard to get up in the morning, but I have been reading up a storm.
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December 3, 2014
Why I didn’t get up this morning
I didn’t get up and write this morning, mainly because I didn’t sleep very much last night. I fell asleep fine, except that it was in my favorite chair between the fireplace and the Christmas tree and not in bed. Then, when I woke up, I made the mistake of checking my phone (email, Facebook, Instagram, etc.), having a brief conversation with M, and then puttering around instead of going in and sacking out. By the time I made it into the actual bed, I was wide awake. And I stayed that way for hours.
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December 2, 2014
Late Start
Today is the first day in a week that I was willing to get up at 5:45 a.m. to write. The other mornings were filled with anxiety and dread over what's been happening in St. Louis, snuggles with my family (which overcomes the anxiety and are therefore worth skipping the writing), opportunities to sleep in (thank you, Thanksgiving), other obligations (Scout Mass, 5-mile walk) and an ice storm. That last one was yesterday, which is a story in and of itself.
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