Monday, February 27, 2012

I hope vampires are still in...

Because I'm rewriting a NaNo story from a couple of years ago and it's got vampires.
One sexy, ambivalent alpha male and one ancient, evil, I-want-to-rule-the-world beeyotch.

Autism: The Growing Up Part

My son is autistic. He's high-functioning, but not Aspergers. What's the difference? He doesn't have the academic focus that many people with Aspergers seem to have. He could never have gotten through high school without support.
He still has no math skills at all.  He will probably always need help handling money.
He's 21.  Almost ready to age out of the school system.
What's next for him?
We're hoping that the THRIVE program at the University of Central Missouri ("Choose Red") will be a good fit.  It's a two year residential program, and not too far away from us. In fact there are other similar programs, but they are in Iowa, New Mexico, Illinois and somewhere on the east coast.

The other worry: alcohol. My son is 21 and was delighted to order his first official beer in a restaurant (for what it's worth, the beer was Boulevard Pale Ale, which is a delicious choice).  He could not finish it. Yay!

So far, he seems to be aware that drinking every night, for instance is not a good thing. In fact, I don't know if he even felt high from his first beer. But there's alcoholism and other addiction issues in the family. I just worry. I am a mom, after all.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Feminism, it's what I do

Femina Invicta's Feminist Meme

But I had to draw your attention to Tsipi Erann's fine blog. She writes about issues affecting women and she does so passionately.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Global Warming

footsteps, chilled with each heel strike but
sunlight is warm, like honey
and drizzled over the earth.

no bud in sight
nor confused crocuses
poking up

the night is still too frozen
as much as I need the warmth,
the bright
it is too soon, too soon for spring.

Thursday, February 16, 2012


Collaboration is the word of the day.  It is a great opportunity to to work with other writers. Also, I like Clown Ponders. He is a thoughtful poet and encouraging.
So I am getting off my poetic little butt and starting to work on stuff.
Here's what I wrote to Mr. ClownPonders (he's Welsh, by the way, which in my not so humble opinion is wonderful).

Plenty of words here
Swirl petal-like, then land
and stick: verbal glue.

Thanks to the Mr. ClownPonders/ClownRhymes for one more push out of my depressive tunnel!

Monday, February 13, 2012


Time to admit it. I've been depressed. Seasonal Affect Disorder is a huge part of it. It used to start in November, but since I've been doing NaNoWriMo, that's changed. So it's baby steps back into writing daily. Baby steps are all I can take right now with the darkness that envelops my mind.
This is my image for depression: A depressed person sits at a table. On the table is a pretty little dish with one pill on it. The depressive knows that the pill is the cure, an instant cure. It will taste delicious and work immediately. But she cannot even make one finger move to bring the pill closer, and ultimately into her mouth.