You think you know people, right? Well, I didn’t and I don’t. Not anymore. Modern discourse took an ugly turn a few years ago and did a full embrace of crazy. Now, civility is in grave danger of being drowned out by loudmouths and crackpots. Red-faced, vein-popping outrage has taken over, f-bombs fly, and it’s … Continue reading : watch your language :
Tag: writing
: how to spend a rainy day :
Every once in a while a day comes along that's less than ideal: it's rainy, it's cool, it's foggy. The kind of day better suited to gills than lungs. Everything is wet and inhospitable, but if you've no pressing demands, it's undeniably perfect. Today is that day. Having absolutely nothing better to do, I spent … Continue reading : how to spend a rainy day :
: so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu :
Well, it has finally and officially come to this, my final post as The Whirly Girl. And you know what? The occasion feels a lot less Von Trapp family than Whitesnake — ‘And here I go again on my own, Going down the only road I’ve ever known …’ Although letting go is hard, doing … Continue reading : so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu :
: hey, yoohoo, hi-diddly-ho :
Welcome to Thesaurus Day 2020, my fellow pleonastics (users of more words than necessary to express meaning). We come together today to honor the book that is every writer’s best friend, our BFF, better even than the dictionary. When we’re at a loss for a word, one perfect, expressive word, the thesaurus is the first … Continue reading : hey, yoohoo, hi-diddly-ho :
: the new leaf :
The urge to start fresh is more common to spring or the New Year, I know, but the leaf metaphor applies in autumn, too, I suppose. Besides, I don’t set the schedule for these things. The itch for big, radical change kicks in and I scratch. Last week’s post is what put my feet on … Continue reading : the new leaf :
: do you ever get on your own nerves? :
Why, yes. Yes, I do. In fact, I’m often at odds with myself, because I’m a pain in my own ass. There’s simply no reason to pretend otherwise. Oh, I can be fun to hang out with occasionally. I’m pretty good company when I try, very entertaining. Other times I just want to strangle me. … Continue reading : do you ever get on your own nerves? :
: a bad, bad, terrible impression :
The dog, bless her heart, isn’t terribly bright. She’s trusting, though, and that’s to her everlasting detriment. I sometimes use her naiveté for entertainment purposes: she’ll fall for anything. My newest and most ambitious scam to date is pretending to be Julia Child. Now, anyone who knows me — even a little — knows I … Continue reading : a bad, bad, terrible impression :
: waiting for an idea to go by :
Sorry I'm late, but ideas aren’t like German trains; they don’t run on a strict schedule. What am I saying? Ideas don’t follow any stinking schedule, they’re thoughtless renegades, totally feral. And I love them to pieces. Unfortunately, they’ve stood me up more often than not. The experience is always painful and embarrassing, of course, … Continue reading : waiting for an idea to go by :
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