I realized today that my daughter doesn’t know her left hand from her right. It doesn’t matter how old she is right now; just know that she is well past the age when most children have learned this. We have tried telling her that she writes with her right hand, but this doesn’t register with […]
Sunday Writing Challenge 3/11/12
Last week we had two options: write 400 words a day and to complete Ursula K. LeGuin’s exercise “Purity.” So how did you do?
Sunday Writing Challenge 3/4/12
Another week has passed and it’s time for our authorial confessions. Its just like going to the worship house of your choice, except without the religious overtones!
Last week, we had the option of doing two different challenges. Some of you completed the second one immediately, much to my delight and surprise. Let’s review. Challenge 1 was to write a minimum of 350 words every day. Challenge 2 was to share something you wrote, either from the photography challenge or another piece […]
The first three weeks of this project have been aimed towards getting our word count up. As a recap, the first week was 1,000 words for the whole week, the second was 280 words a day, and last time it was 500 words a day. This week is a little bit different. First things first […]
Last week, QoB, challenged anyone who’d accept it to write a 1000 words in one week. They could be 1000 words about anything ““ a poem, some fiction, a short story, that paper you’ve been putting off doing. The point is to get us actually writing.
Well, ladies? How’s it coming? Bwahaha.
Well, 2012 is finally here. The year of the end of the world, or just when the Mayans got tired of making calendars. Rick Santorum wants to take away your birth control. It’s prime Seasonal Affective Disorder time. Kim Gordon and Thurston Moore have split. Almost every country in the world is going through a […]
I’m not usually the one around here who talks about this, but I need to, right now. See, there’s been a lot of talk around these parts about taking care of yourself, and we’re (as a site) pretty open about talking about sex. (Thank you, Papers-are-Patient! Ms. Vagina Science! Awkwardette! Others!) But today I’m here […]
My earliest memory of yoga is probably Rodney Yee in my living room. Not the real Rodney, thankfully. Just him on DVD, a light breeze tugging playfully at his long black braid.