Monthly Archives: January 2007

to chaz


I may as well let you know I’m posting this on my blog – I’ve been too busy this week to be any kind of creative. I’ve a job. Or two. I find myself once again in government. This time for a non profit. I hadn’t planned on taking anything up. But it suits my

quirks and things. a tag.


I’ve just been tagged by DevilWoman. I don’t usually play, but DW is hilarious and I’m a huge list maker. Also, I’m feeling rather aggressive today; and I’ve found it’s best not to write memoir type entries when in the throws of anger. Or restless irritation. So here we are. Quirks and things. A tag.

op ed


“Everywhere I go, I’m asked if the universities stifle writers. My opinion is that they don’t stifle enough of them….” –Flannery O’Connor

the coppertop kids (rerun)


Laura was mean and pugnacious. Not the way most children are. She didn’t play practical jokes on busybody aunts or pull the ears of annoying cousins like I sometimes did. She told families of their father’s indiscretions and then wondered aloud in other people’s company why the children were so ugly and the mothers so

the holiday


I’ve just finished watching The Holiday. Kate Winslet is lovely. But I can’t bring myself to care for Cameron Diaz and I find Jude Law incredibly pompous and irritating – in spite of that rather touching display of affection in his penultimate scene. I would have turned it off, Winslet notwithstanding, were it not for

american idol for the writer


Yesterday I checked that email address I never check – and I’m glad of it. Amidst all the annoying chain letters, the phentermine and porn spam, I had a note from the lovely Dina. The food blogess and publishing girl sent me an email re: Gather.com’s First Chapters Writing Competition. It’s being promoted as something

if you really knew me …


My turn. Because Oprah said to… If you really knew me, you would know I think I’m fat. Not just fat. Obese. Morbidly so. I have since I was nine. I sometimes see photos of myself and think “No way that’s me. That person looks normal. Not like Jabba the Hut. Not like me.” I’ve