writing
Stopping In the Woods on a Snowy Evening*
Submitted by junglemonkey on June 23, 2010 - 9:19pmWhose woods these are I just don’t care,
As long as he’s not standing there
DRiM House
Submitted by junglemonkey on June 18, 2010 - 1:08pmMy husband Hank and I were still giddy at the amazing deal we’d gotten on
the house, but nowadays there are lots of great deals on the market.
And even though this is in a really posh neighborhood – DRiMland - we
still ended up having to run out to the hardware store before we’d
finished unpacking half a dozen boxes.
“Hi! You must be our new friends on Redstone Lane! I’m Jack! Anything you need from me, kids, you just let me know!”
“Thanks, Jack,” Hank said. “Actually, we were looking at getting some paint and
The Introvert in Public
Submitted by junglemonkey on December 20, 2009 - 10:10pmI was at FedEx with my kid the other day, and when we left, she observed that I'm not as antisocial as I like people to believe. The gentleman in front of me in line talked to us for a while about the benefits of living in such a small community. He was friendly and voluble and in the holiday spirit, and it felt good to be smiling and passing the time in line. Once at the front of the line, I talked a bit to the clerk, who was helpful and friendly (even when he mistakenly rang up my 12-foot roll of bubble wrap at $51,000).
The Way It Should Be
Submitted by junglemonkey on December 5, 2009 - 10:30pmI wanted to be a writer from the time I was little. When I wasn't reading, I was writing, and when I wasn't reading or writing, I was making stuff up and telling it to whoever was listening (as an adult, we call it "having a great imagination," but when I was a kid, they called it "lying through her teeth"). My efforts were normally greeted with pats on the head and "aren't you cute" sort of comments, but I learned early on that my very best efforts garnered the same amount of praise as my worst, which led me to believe they were less than sincere.
Me and Jonathan Goldstein
Submitted by junglemonkey on November 17, 2009 - 9:05pmCan a single person be the source of a pathology?
I don’t mean in a “Patient Zero” kind of way, where one guy with tuberculosis or SARS or H1N1 spreads it to others. This isn’t a physical pathology. This is more of a mental thing.
Midway Through November
Submitted by junglemonkey on November 15, 2009 - 11:37pmIt's 11/15, and for the eighth year in a row, I'm in the middle of writing a novel. And for about the fourth year in a row, while everyone else is freaking out about how cuh-RAAAAZY they are to take on such a thing, I'll finish up with about 10 days' worth of actual work.
The Runup to November
Submitted by junglemonkey on October 21, 2009 - 8:54pmRight now, I have a little more than a week before the advent of National Novel Writing Month. For the second year in a row, I'm a Municipal Liaison (a local contact who organizes things and provides moral support to the new). In addition to the organizing and leaving home in order to be social, I have to write a novel. How do I gear up?
