Everything New is Old Again

File this under The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same.

My daughter, my boyfriend and I bond, as humans always have, tut-tutting and cracking wise over the missteps and follies of others. Our ancestors might have done it over a meal, or while riding a covered wagon over the grassy plains or while watching sheep graze. The three of us do it the way most folks do it these days — sitting in front of a glowing screens and keyboards in our three separate cities.

Today’s story was about the Twitter hashtag created by the Washington NFL team. There’s been a growing push to get the team to change its name, which many people consider racist. Most recently, 50 senators (including Harry Reid) sent a letter to the NFL commissioner, urging him to endorse a name change. As a pushback, whoever is running the team Twitter account sent out this Tweet: Continue reading

How Does Enneagram Type Influence the Writing Process

As I wrote, sweated, swore, over-caffeinated, chuckled evilly in public and generally fussed my way through NaNoWriMo this year some new connections started sparking in my brain. Connections are one of the things that make it possible for me to write. The plot I have carefully crafted connects with a news story I hear on the radio or a favorite character connects with a stranger in the coffee shop I am working in. Suddenly things take off in an unexpected direction and I don’t know what’s happening until I see it appear on my computer screen.

That’s the magic.

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Blogger Level Up: Guest Post Challenge Competed

I wrote a guest post about NaNoWriMo and Resistance for a blog dedicated to romance authors and books. Not my genre by a long shot, but I poked around and there were some other great posts about writing and NaNoWriMo, so it seems I am in good company.

You can read it here.

Blogging is an odd world. At time it feels (and certainly held up as) a colorful, vibrant community of free ideas and new media. Other days it seems full of self-promoters and flimflam artists and people regurgitating someone else’s snake oil and calling it thoughtful insight. (Can you tell I have spent the last 21 days pumping up my word count?) And yet, here I am. Playing the game, peddling my own brand of snake oil. Continue reading