The ordinary kind of odd
I didn't have a chance, really. When my mother was pregnant with me, she, along with the majority of the nation, watched a grainy white bronco speed across Interstate 405 in the now infamous OJ Simpson chase. My own interest in whodunits started young. As a kid, I'd creep downstairs and sneak-watch Law and Order …
If I ignore a work in progress too long, I start to catch myself avoiding it completely. Perhaps the best strategy I've used to fight this is self-imposing deadlines. Of course, as the deadline looms, I conveniently push off each short story until the week of. I know procrastinating is self sabotage. I know my …
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After a timely run in with car problems, I’ve been walking to work lately. I also have a new job, which is an entirely different fabulous story but completely off topic for this thought piece. The walk to work isn’t particularly daunting: it’s just a mile down the main street in my small city. Straight …
I'm fantastic with setting goals. It's a skill I exercise daily. Just this morning, I set goals when I silenced my alarm twice and told myself I would get up at some arbitrary time my sleep-brain told me would be sufficient. Right after, I cleaned the house and cursed past-me who promised to clean the …
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I’m one of those write-every-day kinds of writers. Don’t get me wrong; writing every day does not mean I tune out polished, ready-to-publish content every time I hit a keyboard. My process starts on paper. I scribble inspired bits down on my notebook in whatever order they come to me. When I have the chance, …
Birthday parties are weird. It’s like, “hey, you wanna hang out and celebrate me for existing? Bring gifts and we’ll eat cake with candles and bits of my spit. RSVP so I know how much spit cake to get.” Odd. The only reason I’ve been thinking about birthdays is because mine is a few days …
