Ah, the holidays, a glorious time of hibernation, carb binges, Netflix binges, traipsing around in bathrobes and loungewear for days and days, and - this year - coveting Olivia Pope's wardrobe and apartment, and trying to find ways to incorporate white pantsuits into my work attire.
Suddenly half a year has gone by. "You'll write more," you tell yourself, greeting every day with a promise that "Today will be the day I start on that story/essay/novel" and every day the same ending
In an early post from this blog, dated December 30, 2013 (almost nine years ago to the day), I wrote: "The week between Christmas and New Year's is one of my favorites. Nothing too pressing ever happe
This has been a banner year, and I can't even talk about half the incredible things that have happened to me. You'll have to wait for the novel to hear about those. The things I can talk about: Went t