My Story Unicorn
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My Story Unicorn

How do you think a unicorn starts its day? As a kid, I wanted to be a unicorn. Sometimes I would wish to turn into one. Ah, childhood. I don’t suppose I can be a unicorn and a writer. Unicorns can’t type. As far as I know. Tomorrow will be a year since my surgery. … Continue reading

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Write. Write some more. Then keep writing.

Okay, maybe in that picture I’m just typing an email. It’s hard to say for sure. But my husband took that picture around the time I started my novel–in the year 2000 or 2001. And that’s the laptop I started writing it on (RIP first laptop) and the desk I was sitting at. I certainly … Continue reading

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Getting Closer

A few years ago, I dressed as rejection for Halloween. I pinned all of my rejection letters to my jacket and a red, paper, broken heart to my jacket’s lapel. I wrote “No!” and “Go away!” on the palms of my hands. I took my son’s toy collapsable knife and pretended every so often to … Continue reading

art / criticism / Doctor Who / effort / fear / frustration / mistakes / The Plum Tree

The Bees Are Disappearing!

Whenever someone mentions bees, I want to shout, “The bees are disappearing!” If you’re a Doctor Who fan, you’ll understand. But the point now is that I’m illustrating a children’s book about bees. I’ve never drawn bees before, so this is a challenge. This might sound crazy, but most of the time, I don’t actually … Continue reading

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Must. Be. Meaningful.

I’ve started several blog posts that I haven’t finished. Percocet took over and I couldn’t think. And everything I write seems ridiculous. Trite. Meaningless. I don’t have anything to add to the cancer narrative. I can’t add any original observations. I’ve started reading two breast cancer memoirs. I finished the first chapter of one of … Continue reading

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Bunny’s in a Hospital Gown

I draw when I’m in waiting rooms. These days I’m drawing adventures in the medical wonderland. I’m sure some of you know the vocabulary that I’m just now learning. Post surgery life does not sound like fun. I don’t like sentences that contain words like drains, valves, and special shirts. Not sparkly unicorn special. Good-for-incisions-and-drains … Continue reading