The Muse-Driven Writer vs. The Practitioner

“Write something today even if it sucks.” I read these words at least 3 times a week. They’re printed on an 8×10 piece of paper that hangs on the door of the shared workspace for composition faculty (i.e., graduate assistants and lecturers like myself) at the local university where I …

A New Outlook on Blogging

As I am working through Jeff Goins‘ Intentional Blog course, I’m learning to focus my blog on the things I’m really passionate about. I intend to write more about the two topics that consume my mind both day and night: writing and motherhood/family. Learn more about me and my plan …

When I Grow Up

There’s a reason I don’t work a traditional 8-5 type job anymore. Well, actually, there are several; here are a couple, in no particular order: I like naps. (Okay, if I’m being really honest, this probably would be number one). We have three kids, and Bryan’s job is really demanding. …

Literally speaking, not really

You know the saying, “Two wrongs don’t make a right”? Well, apparently a bunch of wrongs can make something right. Because so many people use “literally” improperly, i.e., when they mean figuratively, the powers that be have added this to the definition of “literally”: “used for emphasis while not being …

For the Win

Last week I called myself for being a Big Fat Liar Pants, whining that I can’t seem to finish anything longer than a blog post. I talked about my various writing projects, the majority of which seem to reside only in my head. Of the big ones, there are a …

Big Fat Liar Pants

In our house, when someone says something that’s clearly not true, we call them a “big fat liar pants.” Now, this is not to make light of telling lies; lying (and omitting the truth) receives harsh punishment, just ask the Girl, who’s currently grounded from all electronics. But, sometimes, there …

It’s In Her Genes

Of all the traits we pass on to our children, some may make us cringe in shame while others make us cry out with joy. This week I had what you might call a “proud mama” moment; well, only if you’re from the South, I suppose. Fair warning: I’m about …

As Good As It Gets

I may need an intervention. Or a firm slap on the face. Warning: This post is full of whine. See, I’ve been a bit down lately. My best friend moved away on Friday. No more marathon lunches. No more hours spent at her kitchen table or on my couch with …