In last Tuesday’s comments, Robert asked if picking certain mugs for specific projects would be considered superstition or habit. My answer? Habit. Little Phantasma has problems with her narrative voice whenever it rains. One day, she discovered that if she plays Bjork whenever she suffers from this, she can push through her narrative without too much tweaking later on. Now,
Ritual: Why We’re All a Little OCD
Confession: After years of needing to lock the old school lock that secures my parents’ front door, I can’t leave my apartment with a sound mind unless I have my hand wrapped around my apartment keys. Sometimes, I even need to gaze upon them to leave the apartment perimeter. This is my constant indulgent OCD moment. Wikipedia goes into a
Superstition, or When the Sane Go Crazy
6 1/2 years ago when Hubby only owned the ‘boyfriend’ label, the Boston Red Sox were having a very promising year. They made it to the post-season and, as always, the whole of Red Sox Nation said “World Series Baybee!!” Since now-Hubby is a die-hard Red Sox fan, he wasn’t the exception. Each game night of the ALDS, he would
Christmas Lights!
I know what you’re thinking. ‘It’s November 4th. What the hell is wrong with you?!” Rest easy. There’s nothing wrong with me. I fully support Christmas coming after Thanksgiving, not before. Nothing is more surreal than purchasing Halloween candy with a backdrop of icicle lights. That being said, look down. The above picture was in my inbox this morning and
And the Countdown Begins
This post started to be about music, but that one will come later in the week. After I compile my playlist for the yet to be titled novel. Yesterday I went to a meet and greet for people participating in NaNoWriMo in the Boston area. With the exception of a writer’s conference, it was the largest group of writers I