More Bloody Days and Other Craziness

Here is what I know today. First, I need wound care. This surgical incision--still bleeding after two weeks--isn't healing properly. I'm looking forward to getting that out of the way. After this wound clears up, my future holds a few more medical adventures. I'll be tested for Marfan Syndrome. I've been suspected before of having …

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Bloody Days

I've almost forgotten I blog. Heading toward the Christmas season things took an unexpected turn. A routine mammogram ended in a biopsy and two surgeries, and I can't say it's all done yet. The main distraction is the incision that has continued to bleed for over a week. There are plenty more serious health issues …

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Resistance isn’t always futile. Sometimes it stops progress for years.

I've been ignoring my blog. Maybe I mean neglecting. I'm supposed to be figuring a website for my art and all that. People ask me, "Do you have a website?" I feel most failure-esque to say, "I have a blog." I mean, you can't sell art on this thing. Sure, someone could leave me a …

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Perfect Sentences and Other Lies

Some people promise to diet or to exercise every day or to be more patient. Do you do that? Swear you're going to be different and somewhere between three minutes and three days that is all shot to hell? Mine is that I'm going to be less neurotic. I've been trying to come up with …

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Speaking of mug shots…

Do you ever google people from your past? Hmmm? Well, okay. So. I set my novel in 1985 because that's when I was a teen and because I didn't want to deal with cell phones and google. I used my hometown as a starting point for my novel. But then my fictional town of Lake …

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Is that the best you can do?

In high school I spent one year on the yearbook staff. I started the class really excited, and I ended the class hoping never to speak of it again. When my mother saw the section I'd worked on--the advertising section, which I hated but did work hard on--she said, "That doesn't look very good. That's …

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