Ouch, Bah, and Seriously?

I know you wonderful people have been dropping by all week to read the latest news from the dollhouse, since I can see how many people stop by each day, and I can often see what brought new readers here, like web searches or links from other writers. Thanks for checking in with us, and…

No, I’m Not Dead

I realized today that it’s been way too long since I wrote for Blue Speckled Pup. Oops. True, the last week and a bit has gotten away from me: part school, part life, and part last gasps of jet lag. If you missed me, thanks for the sentiment. If you thought I was deceased, I…

Heading Home and Shifting Gears

Well, friends, our plane leaves at 12:30 tonight, which I realize is technically part of tomorrow. Let’s not dwell on the specifics. I never feel like a new date has actually started until I wake up in the morning, so the just after midnight plane later tonight is still Thursday in my awkward mode of…

Thoughts at Twelve Thirty Nine

I’ve been something of an insomniac my whole life. Bear in mind, of course, that I have no medical training, so me declaring myself an insomniac is rather similar to a person who has no idea what a carburetor does (don’t worry, I do) talking about internal combustion engine hiccups. Whatever the technical name for…

The Tall Tale Reveal

According to the rules of the game, I am the winner since no one guess correctly which of my tall tales are lies. Even The Electrician missed one, and he’s seen me vomit, so don’t feel too bad about not figuring out from wherever you are in the world. I plan to write an entire…

A Gaga Parody

For the uninformed, a comma splice occurs when a writer plugs a comma between two independent clauses. Comma splices make my brain ache and cause unbridled frustration deep in my soul. They are as evil as “chocolate flavouring” and movies altered for the family channels. Instead of splicing, the writer could use a period. A…

Tall Tales

My ovaries are in overdrive right now. Never mind that they are each the only house on a dead-end cul-de-sac: it seems everyone I know is currently gestating or waiting for a belly button to dry up and fall off or something equally nurturing and adorable. To be completely honest, I’m thrilled for all my…

The Taste of Foot

I apologize to my readers who were offended by my comment in today’s post regarding people looking like goons when they use multiple exclamation marks and/or writing in all caps. Admittedly, I am the punctuation police. I’m an English teacher; that’s part of what they pay me for. My comment was meant to refer to…

Brain Block

Yesterday, I my interest was piqued by a writing contest for Canadian authors when I stumbled across the Canada Writes website. It surprises me that I didn’t find the site until this weekend, considering how much time I spend online and/or writing and being Canadian. It’s the CBC Creative Nonfiction competition, and I’m going to…

A Long, Long Way From Home

Last week, I wrote about needing an e-reader for a fabulous vacation The Electrician and I are taking. Of course, I chose to keep our destination a super-secret –I know the value of suspense. Were you suspended? Intrigued at least? Here’s where we’re going:   Do you know where this is? How about now?  …

The 300th Post

Here we are, on the last day of Christmas break (boo) and I’m writing my 300th post (yay). It seems funny to me that I’m at this point already in my year of blogging daily, but here we are. I’m feeling pretty good about plugging along so far and not missing a day. Big fat…

Freelance?

Here I am, closing in on my 300th post here at Blue Speckled Pup and my 30th birthday. Wow and yikes, respectively. A central part of my life plan is to write for at least part of my income before I’m 35, so I’m officially putting myself out there for hire on freelance writing and…