I’m in hiding. Just me and the trusty laptop. And a supply of soda and snacks. (Hmm, that was a little experiment there – the use of the word “soda” instead of “pop.” Didn’t feel right. What can I say? I’m an Iowan through and through.) Anyway, I’m writing…furiously, feverishly, hopefully fantastically. I’m bound and determined to put the finishing …
Emotion Commotion.
I acknowledge it without shame: I like being the “funny girl” when I get the chance. I like it when the perfect one-liner just pops out. I love a well-crafted zinger. I enjoy making folks laugh. I mean, I’m no Fanny Brice a la Barbara Streisand. (Though, I did like the movie “Funny Girl.” Say what you want about Barbra …
Humor humors me.
I honestly didn’t think it could get better than this: And then I saw this: And now I’m filled with an overwhelming sense that the world is, indeed, a good place. Too funny! Also, in case my future husband is reading this (whoever you are), please know that I’d really appreciate it if you’d use Old Spice. Yeah, advertising works. …
Because I’m feeling scatter-brained tonight…
*Should I rename this blog the Ollie Blog? Probably. ‘Cause really, the little guy is about all I want to write about. It’s his two-week birthday today…and already he’s spent more time in a hospital in his short life than I have in all my 28 years. Not gonna lie – there were tears last week when I saw him …
Sucker-punching self-pity.
I freaked out today. Twice. Freak-out No. 1 occurred about 30 seconds into my workday…so many emails, so much to do and where to start first. Though technically I’m salaried and could work more than 40 hours if I needed to, I try really, really hard not to need to. (‘Cause, you know, I’m working on that whole writing as …
Oliver Lelan Reece.
I have a new nephew! Oliver Lelan Reece was born in the wee hours of Monday morning in Wichita. His little heart is struggling – he’ll need surgery soon – and he will grow up with the added challenge of Down Syndrome. He’s adorable. Perfect. And so blessed to have my sister and brother-in-law as parents. And he’s all I …
Accountability…and popsicles.
(Last week I wrote about my youngest sister Nicole. This week Amy gets a turn. And yeah, that’s us in the photo.) I think it’d be fair to say that I was somewhat of a goody-two-shoes as a kid. Not that I never did anything wrong. (Um, so, one Sunday afternoon I talked my siblings into refusing to get out …
Tidbits.
*You can now find Tag(g)lines at www.melissatagg.com. Yes, it took just about every speck of technology-inclined brainpower in me (which, uh, isn’t much) to go through the process of buying a domain name and pointing it to this blog, but I did it. Thank you, Blogger, for posting step-by-step instructions online. And thank you, Uncle Ben, for making it seem …
ACFW conference, here I come!!
Okay, let’s get one thing straight right off the bat: I’m a little weird. (Some might want to change that to “a lot” weird – like, friends who don’t understand my love for flannel sheets – but that’s an argument for another day.) I’m a little weird because I’d rather sit around and talk storycrafting than scrapbooking (yeah, not so …
How I love My Book Therapy…
…let me count the ways. Okay, actually I’m not going to count them because numbers and I don’t jive so well. Instead, let me just say once again that My Book Therapy is the best thing that’s ever happened to me writing-wise. I have learned…I have grown…and I have met such super stellar, absolutely awesome friends. And folks, Susan May …