You know you are writing some legitimately bad dialogue when in your head, all of your supporting characters sound like your high school drama league doing bad British accents.
I’m still emotionally recovering from the Vermont trip. It’s an annual business trip where my team members and I have to go present our performance to a group of advisors made up pretty exclusively of drunken, entitled old men who think they are smarter than everyone else because they used inherited money to start businesses. […]
Do you ever get tired? I love my family and I love my friends, but sometimes I need to retreat into my LilyLair, and revel in the absence of others. I read this article yesterday: “A woman’s greatest enemy? A lack of time to themselves.” It really spoke to me. Frequently, I feel like my […]
Average morning conversation: Lily: **Smooshes kitty face** Could this cat be any more precious?Husband: Actually, yes.Lily: What!?Husband: **turns kitty over and runs a finger down her belly** For example, she could be stuffed with gold.
One of my ideas that I’ve been flirting with for a long time is based on a Nanowrimo I did back in 2008. It had a marathon-long opening, going through the MC’s childhood and first meeting with her love interest. The tone felt like a warm-mushy John Cougar Mellencamp song with magic thrown in, and […]
It’s 100 degrees here. I got up early and got my run in and then went and rode the horses until about ten. Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure I sweated my boobs right off. They are survived by me and my husband, and they will be so missed by both of us. One thing that I […]
I’m Lily. I’m borderline fetishistic about my niche interests. I enjoy gluing things to my coffee table. I make manic, masking-tape animals while watching movies because I just can’t. sit still. that long. I’m a soft-touch for animals. I love writing, but couldn’t do it full time. I’m obsessed with my husband and his luscious […]
You probably guessed that whole tortured metaphor in my last blog post about being a runner who trips on nothing was inspired by me. Tripping on nothing. Yesterday. I’ve got massively scraped up hands, and an ooey-gooey knee, but some flash of female instinct had me rolling to protect my face, so at least I […]
I am a strong believer in stupid persistence. I chase patience, hard work, and incremental gains. Bad at math? Do more math. Kill your garden? Replant and begin again. Slow runner? Well, you might not get much faster, but run anyway because it’s good for you. I should know. I’m the slow plodder, that naturally […]