I had a dozen copies of Flowers and Stars that are ever-so-slightly imperfect. I did a raffle. Winners were emailed 4:45PM PST on January 13th, 2020. Thanks for playing along! Continue reading giveaway: an imperfect dozen
Today for NanoPoblano, I decided to do some blog maintenance. First, I changed the theme. Do you like it? I loved the older one because it was so clean, but it had a sort of “if you missed it, you missed it” feel, and that was starting to stress me out. I made an about page for the seven-millionth-time. You can say hi there now! … Continue reading blog chitchat
November is just around the corner, and while many of our writer friends will be participating in NaNoWriMo (congrats, y’all, and good luck!) — some of us will be doing what we do. Running our yearly blog-marathon for National Blog Posting Month. Continue reading blogging: nanopoblano
On June 8th, I had a mini stroke (a transient ischemic attack). Since then, I’ve had two more while at hospitals. Continue reading blogging: an update
Every year, a group of bloggers and myself tackle National Blog Posting Month in November. We post one blog post a day for the entire month, and we support each other through it all. We call it NanoPoblano! If you’d like to be included in this year’s shenanigans, let me know. You can learn more about it here: https://cheerpeppers.wordpress.com Continue reading are you in?
I’ve been dream-blogging lately. In my dream the other night, I went to church. I haven’t been since prison, unless you count the many memorials and funeral services that I’ve attended since. In the dream, I came home and blogged about it. And it felt beautiful, and so right. It’s been awhile since blogging has felt right to me, but as I type this now, … Continue reading everywhere else
On this day, three years ago, I posted the first blog post I had written since coming home from prison: this is not a test. Yes. Three years ago. I can’t believe it’s been so long. These last few days, I have been struggling with what it means to be the nouns that I am now. Free. Home. Single. Thirty-three. It’s hard to feel free … Continue reading on this day
I never know the things I write before I write them, but it’d be a lie to say that I don’t plan for them. I am a planner, through and through. Blog posts start in dreams and conversations, and I add sentences to them day by day, nap by nap, until the time comes to write them and the words fly from my fingertips, held … Continue reading and yet and so and still