30 Minus 2 Days of Writing (2014)
Day 23: “There are things”
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There are many things that need to be said. Unfortunately, this February has been an especially busy month for me, and I haven’t found much time to sit down and write it all out. I’ve also neglected to visit my fellow challenge participants’ blogs for over a week now, which makes me kind of a jerk.
Category: Pets
A Concession to Catnaps
30 Minus 2 Days of Writing
Day 26: “Deal With It”
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I was planning to write something good tonight. It was going to be sincere, highly readable, and full of poignant humanity. Best of all, I was going to finish it well before the closing of the February 26th deadline. Yet here I am at 1:00 AM Pacific Standard Time on the morning of the 27th, and I’m nowhere close to being finished. I have ninety minutes left to wrap this up.
More Fun with the Mirror Universe
In my previous post, I introduced you to Mono and Mad Die, my cats’ evil dopplegangers in the Mirror Universe. Much to the chagrin of my typo-inclined girlfriend, Diana, the saga continues.
Diana Loves Me in the Mirror Universe
On Wednesday afternoon, while I was busy at work, Diana sent me a text message in order to update me on the status of our cats, Momo and Maddie. Words were said, typos resulted, one thing led to another, and by Wednesday evening, Diana learned a valuable lesson about the need to proofread her SMS messages before sending them my way.
This Writing Thing is Harder than it Looks
One of the earliest lessons that I learned as an aspiring writer is that the key to writing well is never losing your nerve. Although writers are separated from their audiences by distances of time, proofreading, and revisions, there is an undeniable element of performance in the act of writing which can make a writer…
Fear of the Dark and Subsequent Scars
For a good while during my early childhood, it never occurred to me that the darkness of night was something to be afraid of. Back then, I had no idea that malevolent spirits lingered in the shadows, or that vampires and demons flourished under the cover of night. How could I have known that spectral…
I Blame Momo
Writer’s block is a bitch — but you already knew that. Sometimes when I sit down to write, I end up sitting still for long stretches of time, hovering a pen over an empty page while I sort out my thoughts. More often than not, the words just never seem to come. It’s always during…
False Alarm
I spoke to my friend about the salamanders. As it turns out, two different species of salamanders are not able to reproduce. The eggs that Pinkerton laid, Nichole assures me, are duds. Freaking nature. It’s a wacky thing. Additional Update: I feel stupid for admitting this, but what I saw was definitely not an egg….
When Will Then Be Now?
Last month, I inherited two salamanders: Pinkerton, the fire salamander, and The Green Album, a spotted salamander (both affectionately named after Weezer album titles). I keep them in a tank lined with soil and moss. I’ve always liked Pinkerton more since she’s the only one of the two that I ever really see. The Green…