Seriously. You do. I'm not sure when this became one of the guiding philosophies in my life. My gut tells me it was sometime during college, which was also sometime during my first marriage. Okay, it was all the time of my first marriage. Hahaha. Sometimes you just have to laugh. And no, I don't … Continue reading Sometimes You Just Have To Laugh
Feeling sorry for myself
Times of Doubt
There are indeed times when I distrust myself, my choices. I look around me and see only evidence of my inadequacy, indeed my own foolishness. I can find not one scrap of a hint of a partial clue that I am worth the ink in my fountain pen. And if at one point or another … Continue reading Times of Doubt
My Teenage Self
Someone asked me, (okay it was a Bloganuary writing prompt, I don't actually know any real people), what I would tell my teenage self. What advice would I give? My actual teenage self There are several ways that conversation could go. An almost uncountable number of vectors it could veer down. None of them would … Continue reading My Teenage Self
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I have a friend who says, (and I'm paraphrasing, probably incorrectly), "You can only call yourself a writer if you write." In other words, on the days you don't write you're not a writer. On a technical level this seems pretty obvious, and I often wonder: what is a plumber on the days she doesn't … Continue reading 798
When it Feels Like Work
On September 25 of this year I began the twenty-third chapter of my work in progress. I had a feeling then that there was a chance it might be a tough one. It was not the first such chapter in recent history. In the second book of my Cleanup Crew series, The Count of Carolina, … Continue reading When it Feels Like Work
Some Roads are Long, Some are Winding
And, if Paul McCartney has taught me nothing else, some are both. This is the second time I've mentioned Sir Paul in the last ten minutes. The previous was a jealousy laden Facebook message to a friend who has tickets to see him at the Carrier Dome here in Syracuse on Saturday. So he was … Continue reading Some Roads are Long, Some are Winding
Meet Bjorn
This is Bjorn. He's happy to meet you. Bjorn sits on the corner of my laptop while I work and he sticks his yellow tongue out at me. Before I tell you his story I should warn you that if hearing about people's struggles with mental illness are upsetting or distasteful to you, then this … Continue reading Meet Bjorn
Boy, Do I Need Your Help!
Writing books? Easy! Editing? Sucks, but Easy! Publishing? Easy! Getting people to take notice when it's all been done? HARD! My second novel, Many Hidden Rooms, was released last Saturday, and, man oh man, did I tell everyone about it! I posted it on this blog, on my website, on Twitter, on Facebook. I even … Continue reading Boy, Do I Need Your Help!
I Am An Empath
I feel things. I feel them deeply, sometimes to my discomfort. This is why I can be seen crying when I watch movies, or when I read books. Even when I read my books sometimes. (More about that later). I, being an alpha male, usually crack-wise about allergies or dust motes or being shot in … Continue reading I Am An Empath
S.J. Varengo - Author 