Serendipity, sort of


The couple on one side of me in my coffee/writing spot is discussing the fun time they had the last time they got drunk. The three people on the other side are discussing alcoholism treatment programs in the DC area. I am not making this up.

Perhaps I should introduce them.

Good news &bad news


My favorite coffee/writing spot was named “Best of the Best’ by Bethesda Magazine.*

The bad news. Now everyone will want to go there, and I might get stuck with the table with the wobbly legs.

*Even though it’s in Silver Spring, which means it must be the Best in the World.

Go away and let me write


You* know you need a writing break when someone you like a lot and haven’t seen in months rushes over to you in your favorite writing place and your first thought is, “I wonder how long they’re going to distract me?”

*Meaning me

Absolutely, positively, last edit


I’m 1/3 of the way through my absolutely, positively, last edit of this dang novel. If I have to look at it much longer, I’ll take an axe to my computer screen.* I’m not even sure what it’s about anymore.

*This is, of course, hyperbole. I will merely use it to play Tic Tac Toe with Liquid Paper.

About Editing


As I finish the final edits of my novel, I’m taken back to the days when I was a proofreader for my high school newspaper. This was in the days before the invention of spellcheck. Yes, children, there was a time, slightly post-cuneiform, when people had to do this with pencils.*

*If most of you are old enough to remember this, I will try to write in 72 pt Helvetica next time.

I need a spacesuit


Tomorrow it will be 23 degrees out.* In my youth in Chicago, I would have said, “Big deal,” and made my daily pilgrimage to my coffee/writing spot, on foot if necessary. But that was yesterday, and yesterday’s gone, as they say.

*Where else?