Again, I’ve committed to do something that I’m dreading. No, it’s not NaBloPoMo. I said yes months ago to attend a career conference for young women (petulant teenage girls) and talk about my “career” (job that dumps 26 pay cheques into my bank account a year). It’s tonight and I’m in full excuse mode. Car … Continue reading Once Upon an Excuse
Category: Writing Prompts
Me No Write-y
Since we’re all friends I need to confess something to you: I have big dreams saddled with pipsqueak ability. No pity needed. I’m in the acceptance phase of denial. In a classic Thain in Vain move, I signed up for something I will inevitability dread more and more as the start date looms approaches and … Continue reading Me No Write-y
Four Reasons I’m Going to Fail at NaNoWriMo
Like thousands of writers, I’ve foolishly challenged myself to write a whole novel in the month of November during National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). That’s 50,000 words in a single month. Cringe. This is so not going to happen. And here's why: Big dream; pipsqueak ability. Rob Ford news coverage. My new Ninja blender calling … Continue reading Four Reasons I’m Going to Fail at NaNoWriMo
I Vow Not to Talk About Clusters of Holes this Weekend: Well, Except for this Blog Post
I’m ashamed to admit I’ve been a tad obsessed with looking at disturbing pictures of things containing a cluster of holes. My Internet search cache is littered with such searches. From one of those searches, I learned about Trypophobia, “an intense, irrational fear of (organic) holes,” according to the Urban Dictionary. There is also a … Continue reading I Vow Not to Talk About Clusters of Holes this Weekend: Well, Except for this Blog Post
Winter is Coming. I Love You, Man
Keeping positive during the cold, dark winter is critical to one’s survival in Canada. But it’s not easy. Winter would just as easily kill you as look at you. So, this winter my survival technique is kindness. It’s easy to bitch about the thermometer hovering around the -35 mark for weeks on end. Never mind the … Continue reading Winter is Coming. I Love You, Man
Mean Girl is No Longer a Label I Wear
For a long time I was a mean girl. Like, a real bitch. Not a day went by that I didn’t spew snide comments about weight and looks, make cruel jokes that cut down to the bone, or toss around backbiting name-calling and hateful rumours. I was a mean girl. To me. I didn’t really … Continue reading Mean Girl is No Longer a Label I Wear
Mourn like it’s 1999: Stolen Bike; Crying Waitress; Confused Customers
In a follow-up to my recent post “Fifteen Bikes Went to the Fence. Twelve Came Out. Thieves Took the Rest,” this post tells of another woeful stolen bike tale. It was 1999. Y2K brought together a cesspool of techie geeks, survivalists, religious extremists, end-of-the world fear mongers, and ill-informed politicians. Harry Potter was making nerds and … Continue reading Mourn like it’s 1999: Stolen Bike; Crying Waitress; Confused Customers
Fifteen Bikes Went to the Fence. Twelve Came Out. Thieves Took the Rest.
Every bike I've owned has been stolen, ripped off, taken, taken by aliens, gone baby gone, last seen, missing, gone walkabout . . . Whatever the case, having a bike stolen is truly crappy. And if you're like me, my bike, at various times in my life, was my only mode of transportation. Well, besides … Continue reading Fifteen Bikes Went to the Fence. Twelve Came Out. Thieves Took the Rest.
Whatever you do, don’t make eye contact
A quick Google search of “quotes on life” unsurprisingly yields a shite ton of results. Taking a look at a couple of sites, I found some of the standards, “The road less travelled . . .” and “Love like there’s no tomorrow.” Maybe they’re a tad trite now, but there’s still some solid advice in … Continue reading Whatever you do, don’t make eye contact
First Post, Road Kill, and Here’s to the Long Weekend
Starting a blog has been lingering around my mind like a drunk at last call for longer than I care to admit. Having a place where I have a creative outlet that is just mine is exactly what this cat needs. But I also need motivation. Serious motivation. It's a little too easy for me … Continue reading First Post, Road Kill, and Here’s to the Long Weekend
Thain in Vain 