Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Two works-in-progress now adorn my stack of books. They're mine, and they collect dust atop the other hard-copy ... or real ... books that rest on my dresser at home. The writing projects that are still what I call "in the revision phase."
Now I've come back and realized my apparent abandonment of this blog. Truth is, I use another space as my actual writing blog and try to practice doing so at least on a weekly basis. Procrastinator that I might be, I'm doing a little something there.
Katy Did Not, on the other hand, is what I've previously referred to as my ranty blog (like, "Oh, no you didn't ...) where I consider myself more anonymous in doing so. Well, as anonymous as a person can be online, especially since my Twitter account links to it.
But I'll link over to the other one here in hopes that maybe I'll get a little traffic from it. Until then, cheers, and get back to work!
Monday, November 17, 2014
November is already half gone, and I'm currently in the throes of the kicking-my-butt event known as National Novel Writing Month or NaNoWriMo. Even though I'm not meeting the 1,600 word daily goal, I am plugging right along on a work-in-progress tentatively called "The Ones You Love." So I've been busy.
Be back soon!
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Slogging through the murkiness of their problems for so long made discussions painful.
He finally admitted the affair.
At last, they were comfortable talking about their feelings.
The air cleared - no more pretending.
Any awkwardness went out the door with him.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
I don’t want to be privyto your intimate (and sordid) relationship details --
much more than I ever needed to know.
Looking at you both now,I realize why her gaze stays downcast and sullen --
all the more reason I despise you.
(image via Gabriela C. on Flickr)
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
a winner rarely triumphs.
Little eyes watch, ears listen,
and learn what it’s like to be adults.
Our example too graphically demonstrates how they will
build their own homes on the ugly example
we have provided.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Friday, June 6, 2014
Unfolding the stale cookie from its crispy twist, I read the fortune and popped pieces of the tasteless wafer into my mouth. The ominous slip of paper inside encouraged, “Be adventuresome and try a new look.”
Were I a more suspicious person, I would fear an assembly line worker out there somewhere had it in for me. Wishing away any bad premonition for the future, I decided to not heed the advice. What had throwing caution to the wind ever gotten me before? A seat on the crazy train, perhaps.
The last time I tried to change things up and got a new ‘do, people could barely divert their eyes from my purple locks. Personally, I loved the dramatic swoop of my bangs as they rose into a pompadour. At first I told myself the stares were simple jealousy and had nothing to do with my pale makeup and pastel-floral blouse. Those hues went so well with the midnight blue leather mini-skirt and navy lipstick. The snag created when my tights caught on a grommet of my boot string only added to the overall effect of my “new look” at that time.
Hey, it was the ‘80s. My recent breakup and broken-heartedness called for something entirely different to counteract the negativity. A whole new me. I was peeling away the layers of an entirely redefined self, an emerging aspect of my persona. Uncovering a wonderful piece of me, of who I was to become.
Perhaps I was young and naive, but I still yearned for that dental assistant position. No one told me I should wear something different to the job interview.