Best of Intentions

The best of intentions, right? That's what I get to plead. I've been slammed by a continually lengthening day of work, and therefore a continually shortening amount of time to get everything else done. At the risk of sounding like I am making excuses, I feel like every time I get into a routine or schedule is about the time that everything changes again. This is hardly conducive to blog-writing.

I've missed this outlet dearly. I cannot begin to count how many times I have started to write another blog entry in my head on the way to work, at lunch, or on the way home, only to lose steam by the time I actually step in the front door and head for a computer to sit down and type. In theory, this is sacred space. This is the space where I spit out everything I am thinking or feeling in hopes of making sense of what is going on around me - either in the rest of the world or in mine.

In terms of updating, this blog is going to be no better than the last in terms of the real update on how I'm doing. I am about to fall asleep on the keyboard here, and the last thing I want to get all over the keys of my brand new computer is my slobber. Yes, I did say new computer. Yes, I bought one. That fact is one of those things I plan to update you on. Soon. As soon as I can find the time when I'm not falling asleep at the computer.

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Metaphors: Candles

I've recently fallen in love with candles. Since coming home from the World Race , I've bought at least one a month. My favorite candles are the ones that come in glass jars - because when they burn out, I can clean the remaining wax out and put the jars to other uses. Right now, that means they get cleaned out and packed away in anticipation of my move to Flagstaff. But as I was lighting one tonight (vanilla spice... Thanksgiving smells? Yes, please!), I saw a metaphor for writing flickering away in the flame licking at the wick and melting the wax. I suppose it could be a metaphor for life in general, but since the theme of this blog is writing... Well, you do the math.

[Five Minute Friday] Purpose

Fiber bars, strewn along the side of the road. There had to be at least a dozen of them, still in their wrappers and completely unopened. No box in sight. Really? That's about the reaction my younger sister and I had when we stumbled on them on our early morning run. Really? along with disgusted sighs about the wastefulness of it. These were the expensive ones, not a generic store brand that kind of tastes and kind of looks the same sometimes. So, when we weren't keeping an eye out for their box, we speculated about what had happened. And wondered how many more we were going to see before the end of our run. "Maybe they took one bite and thought they were gross," my sister said. "So they threw them out because they didn't want them anymore." I let out one of those disgusted sighs and nodded along with her theory. "Yeah, or they got in a huge fight, and threw them out in a fit of rage." "That's a possibility." And

How to Make Sure Your Book Review Request Does NOT Get Deleted

I've been hesitant to write this post. That is due, in large part, to how angry I get some days after reading book review requests. I curse, I rant, I snark. My cat will tell you it's not a pretty sight. But I also feel like this is a good opportunity to talk about what it is that makes me feel those feelings AND how to not stir them up. I'm not the only reviewer that gets frustrated when I see certain things in my emails from authors looking for a review. And I know I'm not the only one who gets triggered enough to ignore or delete those messages. I never feel good about doing it. It's just that I'm hitting the proverbial wall here and I want to hit it a little less often. So if you're an author looking for loving advice on how to approach reviewers (especially this one), read on. Review Requests I Always Delete Before I get into what to do, I wanted to take a minute to look at what not to do (and how I handle it). Want to know what immedi

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