A Writer’s Musings: Titles Should Not Take This Long To Conjure
Crap Now I Need a Subtitle
More random shiz from yours truly. It’s an art, I know.
I wanted to start sharing my life and break free from the lurker mould online. You know what? I got nothing. In reality, I lead the most boring life ever. Drama free… for now. There have been enough tears to drown in. Maybe one day I’ll share, I’m not in the mood for violins.
When life is boring, I am the most creative. The Muse exposes an active playground and is enticing. At least she isn’t kicking around heads this week. Hey don’t put it past her, she can be one dark beetch!
On that note, I can happily report I did spend time working on The ImmorTales (novel world). Everyday? Don’t be stupid. I’m juggling personal training, blogging, and a writer’s group — hygiene stuff is a given, I’m no skank. Near everyday is the best I can muster for up for ImmorTales. What the hell was I thinking? The everyday goal always ends in failure. Slap me now! Life happens. I reminded myself of my cheat — do more the day before or after. That way I get shiz done and can pretend I’m not a loser. ⭐️ for Tannille.
I wrote some snips/flash fiction set in The ImmorTales world. Let me tell you, it’s amusing how writing small whatevers can expose more of a world. For example “Sharks”. If you’re all WTF read this gem (only 1 minute long, please read, I don’t like being on my knees nude or otherwise).
I posted a “story” on returning to creative writing after a hiatus. As a fiction writer, it seems wrong to call my non-fiction “stories”, they are true… mostly. I’ll let you filter the bull dust.
As expected I continued my addiction to checking my Medium stats. Oh, the high watching the $$$ grow. Hey, it’s better than sniffing glue. Don’t judge me!
The notification system is kicking my arse, but I feel a snarky rant coming on. Stay tuned. At the moment I am chilled and rather stay that way.
Went to my writer’s group today. Some meetings just don’t have the magic. Winter often sees a drop in attendance. Four of us today. An elderly man who started attending a few months back kept telling me I have broad shoulders. Just what every woman wants to hear. At least he didn’t misgender me.
Might leave it on that note before I say something really naughty — all in good fun, I swear! I might relax and enjoy another couple of episodes of “The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart” on Prime. It’s a layered slow-burn drama with a crap title. Like I am a master at titles look at this post.
Have a good week my darling readers.






