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Red traffic light that looks like two eyes above a mouth made of clouds.
Condensed clouds.

I’ve been noticing that, much as I am reluctant to re-enter the physical social world after co…

Unmoored.

 I’ve been feeling unmoored. I finished my manuscript, which was my one organizing principle f…

Tara playing guitar by a fire.
600 Days: How to do something consistently.

I remember in the early 2000s, feeling constantly annoyed at blog posts claiming they had the answer…

A garden statue of a bright green alien relaxing on the ground
Writing community.

 I have been using this blog more as a way of highlighting things and less of a way of sharing …

2021, in writing.

I skipped 2020’s version of this post (who’s surprised?) so there are a few overlaps bet…

Tara with her ukulele on the North shore of Lake Superior.
Year Nine.

 It feels like an unbelievably long time since last August 31, 2020.  I mean, yes, this po…

Seven minutes.

It’s been a bumpy couple of months over here. Health crises, work crises, yadda yadda. I haven…

Cake in a mug
Muse & the Marketplace: Day 5

 Last day of Muse. Sigh.  Sessions Covid & Publishing. The first session of the day is…

Red and black native poppies
Muse & the Marketplace: Day 4

Summary of Muse & Marketplace Day 4

Muse & the Marketplace: Day 3

Business time  The day’s first session was with Courtney Maum, whose fantastic Before and…