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Category: Musing
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Quick, There’s No Time
There’s no time like the present. The past is a memory, the future doesn’t yet exist. If I don’t do this now, on this tiny speck of reality that is rippling through time in a constant that is always variable, it shall never exist. Time is the constant. I can alter other variables, but the…
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Traveling Lightly
I’m positively giddy at the moment. Not only am I taking a very special trip to Texas this week, but I’ve just finalized the arrangements for LibertyCon this coming summer… It’s going to be a great trip. You know, I’d planned to write a novel before LC came back around. That seems… unlikely. But it…
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Don’t Sorry I’m Sick
This blog is both a professional voice for me, and in many ways, a personal one. It’s a tightrope I walk: how much information is TMI? and how much is fine, because I live a very public life and have nothing to hide? Most of the time, the obscuring veil I pull across posts has…
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The Art and Purpose of Self Doubt
Wait, you’re thinking. What about crippling self-doubt? The sort of thing that freezes the creative brain in place like a deer in a spotlight until the moment has passed and we just can’t even? There’s an art to it? A purpose, even? Well, sure. Self-doubt is hand in hand with self-restraint, and discretion being the…
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Hurry Up and Wait
Life seems to vacillate between two states: rushing frantically to do something, and waiting until you can do the thing.
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Nose to the Grindstone
Some days you can dream, other days you have to just get down and grind. Life, ideally, is a mixture of both. Too much of the former, and you wind up disconnected and drifting. Too much of the latter and the friction burns you out. I’m about to have to teach my son how to…
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Categorically Weird
Look, I’m quite aware that what I find fascinating might very well make someone else’s eyes cross with confusion and boredom. Or I might get lucky and find someone to babble at who shares my passions. My husband and I mesh fairly well in that regard – this morning’s porch conversation ranged from my efforts…
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The Inner Voice
“You’re not very good at this, are you?” Well, no. But then again, no one is very good at something they just started doing, are they? And add to that, if they think they are good, there’s a high probability that they are in fact bad at it. But that’s not what your inner voice…
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Coping
I’ve been reading an excellent book on psychotherapy on my lunchbreaks, and listening to my usual podcasts at work to fill in the time. Given that lunch is only 30 min, the reading is obviously moving slower, even if I do read quickly. But a combination of Tomasz Witkowski’s acerbic take on the, ah, art…
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The Unmade Bed and the Fall of Civilization
I didn’t make my bed, and as I drove away from home, I remembered it and felt a pang of guilt. It’s not the end of the world, I rationalized. How many people actually take the time to make their beds, anyway? I haven’t always been good about it, it’s just that I realized I…
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Dumbo’s Feather
I think I can safely spoiler the movie Dumbo here. In the movie the tiny but spunky baby elephant is bullied for his big ears, but with the help of a ‘magic’ feather, discovers he can use them to fly. Only… when he loses the magic feather, he starts to fall without it. It takes…
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Pace Yourself
I’m possibly the worst person conceivable to talk about pacing. No, no, not in my writing – although that is a matter of personal taste and mood. Sometimes I’m in the mood for a slowly unfurling work of great linguistic beauty and deeply evolved characters. Other times I want it full of action or I…