Yes, It Means What You Think It Means

June 26th, 2015

The definition of summer fun:

Enjoying a delicious bowl of sweet, fresh cherries.

And then practicing tying the stems into knots with one’s tongue.


One Foot In Front Of The Other

June 25th, 2015

Some days, it’s all you can do.

I’m stuck in that weird state of flux where I feel like I have a million different things to say, but at the same time, haven’t the foggiest what to write.

It doesn’t help when you read beautifully written blog posts by writers who paint breathtaking pictures with their words. Indeed, I have a big crush on one wonderful gentleman’s brain. Well, okay… truth be told, it might be a crush in general. But it’s all good parts deliciously assembled into a whole that I very much appreciate.

I wish we could tell people outright how wonderful we think they are — with all levels of affection, regardless of relationship status — but there are all those social mores and levels of what is deemed appropriate… yadda, yadda, yadda. So we crush and we appreciate from afar. I still think it might increases levels of happiness everywhere, sharing this information. I don’t know. Maybe it wouldn’t.

Where are you in your world?

I’m on a hamster wheel that occasionally diverges.

So many little tidbits of story ideas that I don’t know what to do with them. I suppose you gather them into a multicoloured bouquet and enjoy the hues and details…

Have to go be a mom again for a while. It can be a tiring thing, sometimes. But I wouldn’t give it up for all the riches in the world.

Dazed And Confused

May 7th, 2015

Don’t you hate it when you haven’t the foggiest idea which end is up? I haven’t a clue right now, and I wish I could get a sign.

See, this is what happens when you’re overtired and overworked and under-relaxed. :P

I have free time coming near the end of May and into the first week of June. You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to it…

Disappearing Act

March 13th, 2015

Hey there, Gentle Readers –

Real-world life has gone WTF crazy. I’m so stupidly busy right now that everything unrelated to current real-life work and commitments has gone (temporarily) out the freakin’ window. Sadly, this includes the RBC challenge. I will start up again on it when life calms down — approximately by June, at this point.

Other than that, I can’t figure out why I force myself to stay up at my computer when I’m clearly exhausted, and I’ve reached the point where I’m not doing anything remotely productive. Honestly, I should be in bed right now. I’m eleven kinds of stupid for sitting here.

So I’m gone, y’all. Later.

To Sleep, Perchance To Dream

February 20th, 2015

I have so many things I should do, but my head is also full of all sorts of troublesome things that are distracting me from my work.

And on top of that, I’m tired. With a capital T.

To me, all of this works in combination to send me the message that I should just go to bed. So that is where I am going.

Tomorrow can be brighter, right?

Germs Part Deux

February 19th, 2015

So just like that proverbial cat, the germs came back. Seeing as how I’ve suffered off and on for almost four weeks now, I finally went to see my family doctor, who took one look at me and said, “Uh, yeah. Antibiotics for you.”

Now we wait for the germ-killing action to kick in and take this pain away. Whee.

I’m certain that is playing a fair role in the fact that I am weepy and feeling down today. Of course, there are other factors, too. There are always other factors, it seems. Sometimes life sucks and it’s even worse when you realize there’s not a single thing you can do about it.

I was hoping ‘15 would be better than ‘14, but so far the evidence is pointing in the opposite direction. Fucking universe.


February 1st, 2015

Yeah. That’s the word of the day, folks.

Those germs I was talking about earlier? They got me good. The doctor informed me that my version of sinusitis happens to be viral. So this means no antibiotics (because they wouldn’t work anyway, duh) and instead, anti-inflammatories, pain relievers and steroid nasal sprays. Whee.

And the best part? “If you still have symptoms after four weeks, come back and see us.”


Christ on a cracker.

So keep your fingers crossed for me that this crud does, indeed, remain just an easily-defeated virus. The alternative is just too nasty to think about.

On a related note, the smart ones among you will have realized by now that *this* might just be the reason why there haven’t been any new posts for a few days.

Gold star for you.

If, as I said, all goes well, I’ll be back to the RBC tomorrow and attempting to crank out something new in terms of creative stuff. Stay tuned!

RBC Short Story #1 - Hands

January 26th, 2015

Ta-da! The short story is here! The title is “Hands” and it was inspired by the Maroon 5 song, “Hands All Over”.
As always, any and all creative content on this blog is copyright Kris Starr (with the exception in this case of the lyrics to “Hands All Over”), so please don’t copy and/or distribute this content without my express permission.

Feel free to comment, if you are so inclined.

And now, follow me down below to enjoy “Hands”. :)

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January 24th, 2015

Okay, so here’s the scoop — no reading tonight, BUT… I finished my short story! Yee-haw!

I’ve saved it and put it away for now. I will try and reread it sometime over the weekend and tweak it, and after that, post it here on the blog.

*happy Snoopy dance*

Oh, and at the risk of being totally vague and mysterious, Adam Levine is a GOD. Yeeeeees.

Bubonic Betty

January 22nd, 2015

The germs are here.

I feel them.

I can sense them.

My throat feels…weird, and my head a little woozy and cottony. I’ve already gargled with salt water, which helped, and I’m just about to make myself a Hot Toddy, which should hopefully knock the damn invaders right out of the park.

If it isn’t too late, that is.

Well, we shall see what tomorrow morning brings. But for now, it’s reading for the RBC, adding word count to my short story (woo!) and getting slightly tipsy on hot tea and whiskey. Yup, this gal knows how to party, y’all. :/

Poem: “When to the sessions of sweet silent thought” by William Shakespeare
Short Story: “The Midnight Hour” by Sandra Birdsell (The Penguin Anthology… etc.)
Essay: “A City Run by Children” by Rebecca Mead (New Yorker)