Off the burner

Posting here seems like a distant memory.

 

I'm so busy with my column, and with editing my resurrected project, that I have pushed my lonely little blog, not only on the back burner, but right off the damn stove.

It’s funny how something written so long ago can still be timely and still relevant. That some thoughts are as permanent as eye color, and others as fleeting as changing outfits, surprises me. Conundrum that I am, (steadfast in my beliefs and ever changing), I have grown. I am not afraid to admit how, (at times), off the mark my pen was and not shy about touting the perfectly stated point.

 

 HEAD-SLAPS, SPEED-BUMPS AND LIGHTBULBS,

One woman’s WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

Yup, it’s finally, an almost there (updated) book. From the late eighties until now, my published opinions, triumphs, trip-ups and tragedies are a living metaphor for women, writers and other humans. It’s about the force and fallout of why I wrote what I wrote and what happened after, with life smoothing or chipping away at the edges.

 

So, who the hell am I?

I am a minnow in a mud puddle.

Why would anyone want to read my memoir/essay/WTF is it book?

To overuse a cliché, I am every woman, unless I am not. In which case...

See ya on the other side of final edits when the real work begins.