Seven days on an island with nothing to do but write, go swimming, hunt for mangoes, and did I mention WRITE? My procrastination game is strong so I need this tree hut like Prince Rogers Nelson needed purple. Or was it the other way around?… Read More Writer’s Retreat: The Extreme Edition
As much as I’d like to deny it, traveling when on a deadline doesn’t always work that well for me. While in Johannesburg last week, I had a great time meeting people, exploring the city, and going dancing. It was all pretty damn fantastic. But I probably wrote a thousand words those entire ten days.… Read More In South Africa with Pen & Procrastination, will Travel.
Long before the New Year burst rudely upon us, I had already planned on being a better person. I made spreadsheets for various things, have a schedule with my writing partner, and created weekly “to do” lists in my planner. The fly in the ointment: I’m lazy. The only thing I’ve stuck to so far… Read More I’ll do it later: my plan to stop procrastination in its tracks
“You need to get a job.” This is what a good friend recently said to me. Totally out of the blue. “You need to get out of the house on a regular basis and get some structure in your life,” she went on to say. Anyone who knows me also knows those words are never… Read More Lazy Jamaican Princess Wanted
Despite my generally pessimistic tendencies, I did not expect the election to go as awfully as it did. My first choice didn’t make it far enough but I was standing by Hillary and ready to see her campaign through until the very end. But “the end” that came was far from what I’d imagined. Even… Read More Work It!
I’m a slut for travel. Or as Khaulah* sometimes says, her voice heavily laced in her own particular brand of teasing, a travelista. Not because I can easily afford travel and all its associated expenses but because I can’t afford not to make myself afford it. Writing and traveling are such essential parts of my… Read More Hedonism and the Starving Writer
In 2009, the same year Michael Jackson died, I learned how to swim. That was also the year I had my radiation and chemo treatments, decided to quit my corporate job, and moved to Florida to follow a Great Love. Of course, all that isn’t coincidental. When death stares you in the face, you’re forced… Read More Swimming with Michael Jackson: A Writer’s Confessional