Well, I've already blown one resolution, and it's only Day One. Today, I resolved to working on my Pawtisserie Mystery novel. There would be no distractions - no watching interesting mysteries on tv, no Candy Crush Soda Saga (why is it so satisfying to blow up those darned candies?!), and definitely NO social media. (While … Continue reading Ringing in 1988
Punk Charming went to the Ice House for a holiday photo shoot (see below). Back in the 80s, I spent a lot of time (and money) at this mall in December. My leather fringe jacket wasn't very warm (but totally bitchin'), so after the two-block walk from Just Pants, it was a great place to … Continue reading Tis the Season to be 80s
It's Day 20 of NaNoWriMo, and I'm woefully behind in completing my challenge. Luckily, I'm a perennial procrastinator who does better under pressure. Though I swore I would not take any more breaks from writing today, I did sneak a peak at the Food Network website. Not to waste time drooling over beautiful desserts, of … Continue reading Lemon Meringue, the Alternative Thanksgiving Pie
The first full week of November marks National Animal Shelter Appreciation Week. I'm taking a break from NaNoWriMo to thank all those who help shelters make such a tremendous difference in the lives of the pets and their forever families. Did you know that 63% of U.S. households have pets? Yet, fewer than 20% of … Continue reading National Animal Shelter Appreciation Week
I love to write. I love to write novels. I love to write my newest novel. ...and yet, I can so easily fall into SpongeBob-ing (a term my husband came up with and it stuck). Just like today, when I should be focused on We Woof You a Deadly Christmas, I decided to redo my … Continue reading NaNoWriMo Begins! SpongeBob-ing Ends (mostly)
It was August 23rd, 1985, the twilight of the blissful, carefree summer that followed high school graduation. Very soon, we would transition into the role of studious (mostly) college freshmen, but not this day. No, this day my best friend and I were two of 20,000-plus screaming teens counting down the minutes until Wham! hit … Continue reading GIVE A WHAM! GIVE A BAM! DON’T GIVE A DAMN!
I blame my magpie eye. It immediately spotted the shimmering Union Jack, ignominiously buried within a clearance rack. My practical side, which screamed “Where on Earth will you ever wear this?” was instantly muted by the irresistible ripple of sequins. The sparkly treasure hung in my closet (admittedly, for several months), awaiting its dramatic debut. … Continue reading Duranie Down….But Not Out