Month: November 2008

Mad About You

… a couple of fools running wild and freeeeee! I’m freaking addicted to the Magic Sunny Lite Mix on AccuRadio. I put it on the 70s/80s sub-channel and I’m transported back to laying in the dark across the bench seat in my dad’s old LTD, frigging with the […]

What About Love

“Don’t you want someone to care about you?” My first instinct, “Of course, that’s a silly question!” My second thought, “Someone does care about me.” My third pondering, “Are you behaving like a person who doesn’t want someone to care about you?” My fourth question, “You do want […]


The full moon was Thursday night so this week has been an exhausting mess of vivid dreams. Normally, I get more before the moon and then it starts to wane after, but not so this month. The thing about vivid dreams is that they’re so interesting and clear […]


Maybe I’m addicted, I’m out of control, but you’re the drug that keeps me from dying. Maybe I’m a liar, but all I really know is you’re the only reason I’m trying. –Enrique Iglesias, Addicted I think I’m addicted and I’m so freaking excited about it that I […]

Time Wasting with Q107

T in TO sent me this link with a note saying number 17 was funny and reminded her of me for some reason … hmm, she may have a point, but number 7 is totally me. I thought I’d give it a whirl. I like memes. 1. You […]

Seasonal Stuff

Odd weather on the river today. One minute thunder and lightning, the next I’m all fogged in. The higher temperature has been resting in my fingers and hips all week. But it’s dropping now again, so there will be more climate adjustment in my joints and then I […]

My Wrist

The following is an e-mail from the past, composed on Tuesday, May 8, 2007, and sent via Dear FutureKellie, Six months ago you had a nagging pain in your left wrist. You weren’t sure how long you had been experiencing pain or whether the pain was the […]

If …

If I were doing Nanowrimo … which I am TOTALLY not 🙂 but IF I were … I would be at 21,037 words. If, you know. That’s kind of exciting. I’m living this story right now, writing in my sleep even. This is good. Good things will happen […]

Death of a Disco Dancer

I’m all over the place today. Stressed (about money, what else is there?) Restless (moon stuff, dreams, writing, non-drowsy meds). Excited (niece is out of hospital! wrote 10,500 words this weekend on creative personal project!) Listening to old punk and trying to settle in to accomplish something this […]