This week’s FMF writing prompt is: RUSH I hear it all the time, about how we all need to slow down, stop rushing, stop hurrying, take a break. Sometimes, though, the day needs to be seized. Hard. Carpe testiculum. A… Continue Reading →
This week’s writing prompt is: AGAIN I’ve shown up to the prompt, again. I’ve stared at my computer screen, again. I’ve gotten up an hour early to give myself no excuses, again. I brewed coffee, again. I fed the cats… Continue Reading →
This week’s FMF writing prompt is: CONVENIENT What a prompt. My head’s going all over with it. The first thing that comes to mind is convenient food. I hate it. I’m no food purist – more than one dinner has… Continue Reading →
Meanwhile, back at the umbrella factory. Last May, my landlord raised the renty by $50. On the first of this year, they raised it $85. In September, they’re going to raise it another $50. I’m deeply tired of renting. It’s… Continue Reading →
This week’s FMF writing prompt is: INFLUENCE Not gonna lie. The prompt doesn’t speak or spark, for me, but the point of the exercise is to build discipline around the practice of writing, to some extent. So. Here I am…. Continue Reading →
The first FMF writing prompt for 2019 is: BETTER Life is better. It’s full of struggling to balance two jobs with taking care of elderly pets and trying to squeeze some time to live into that life. It’s getting up… Continue Reading →
This last weekend I got my hands on some felt a friend was rehoming, and well, I went a little bonkers making needle books. It was fun, pretty quick, and I didn’t need to dig out my sewing machine. [note]Which… Continue Reading →
I’m making room for new dreams. Today I went through my Amazon account, and completely wiped it clean. No wishlists. No subscribe‘n’save. Nothing in the cart. Nada. I emptied my IKEA wish list. Clean as a whistle. Absolutely everything is… Continue Reading →
This suuuuucks. Three sections to go, and not much of November left. I let myself get pulled into taking care of someone who needs to learn to take care of themself. I’m not doing anyone any favors, here. My ex… Continue Reading →
Can I just say I’ve missed command line? I didn’t realize just how much. I picked up a smattering of Linux in the 90s. Just enough to play and code for a Mu*. (I miss the multi-user shared hallucination, y’all.)… Continue Reading →
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