Last weekend, on yet another road trip across the lovely state of Nevada, we saw one of the more interesting sites I’ve seen in the desert. It was a fence (maybe), but not just any fence, a fence made out of old single wide trailers and dying RV’s, literal trailer trash. There is a story … Continue reading What’s the story behind this trailer trash?
Last week I pulled out a bunch of fabric to start a new quilt. It’s not that I don’t have enough current projects to work on, (there are at least eight). It’s that I like starting projects. There’s so much potential at the beginning of a project, whether it’s a new quilt or a new … Continue reading Fear of Finishing
I had an interesting conversation with one of my students this past week. He decided that since he has been suffering from a severe case of Senioritis since August, now that the Forensics season is almost over, he’d like to write a new expository speech. Apparently, his apathy might be wearing off, but we’ll see … Continue reading How do you say a word without really saying it?
I’m at the point in my story where I’m no longer glued to my outline. I’ve got about 15,000 words left to go, and I’m finally FREE. I know some of you are probably thinking that I’m almost done, so really, am I free from my outline? The answer is clear to me. Yes. I … Continue reading I’m Free (from an outline that is)
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately as I’ve spent the last two weeks taking notes and writing down ideas anticipating the day I'd have time to sit down and write something. After working probably 75+ hours over each of the last two weeks (sometimes being a high school teacher and coach can suck every second … Continue reading Where do scenes come from?
I’ve spent this weekend like I spend a majority of my weekends, watching kids compete. This weekend I watched my Speech & Debate team competing Friday night and all day Saturday, and then on Sunday, I watched my own son compete in the final day of a hockey tournament. When I got to the hockey … Continue reading And the winner is . . . NOT YOU! Deal with it
I’m a little bit crazy about my good fabric scissors. In fact, I guard them kind of like how Rumpelstiltskin guarded his name, and like good old Rump, I get a little crazy when somebody steals my scissors and potentially ruins their magic. There are paper scissors all over the house, but for some reason, … Continue reading Scissor Slut