I confess that the new year has supposedly begun, but I'm still a mess from the old one.  Heaps of laundry waiting to be folded, bills yet to pay, unresolved emotional states, organizing to be organized.

I confess last year, I discovered a truth about how I write my current novel: it prefers to be written in concentrated chunks.  It's my task this ( Read more... )

I confess I'm not sorry to see 2011 go.

I confess that, today, I'm wearing an "ugly sweater" I bought for a party this past weekend, and for which I won a runners-up prize.  The sweater is far itchier than I imagined, but I kind of love it.

I confess that I'm amazed I completed my holiday cards this year because, tired and over-worked as I am, I ( Read more... )

I confess that I have a korean tea that comes in a cute glass jar with an appealing label, and which looks a whole lot like marmalade.  Is it marmalade, and I'm just a fool for putting it in a cup and pouring hot water over?  And what this "citron" I read about in the ingredients?

I confess that I love my film camera more than I've loved any other - ( Read more... )

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I confess thankgoodness, thesun ( Read more... )

I confess bleh.

I confess ( Read more... )

This will be the first time I've spent a weekend away from David in a long time.  Particularly with him traveling in one direction (Jersey) and me headed to another (Vermont.)  Usually only one of us travels at a time, and usually the person is me.  It feels very strange.

On Thursday I interrupted my workday with a trip to the Isabella Stewart ( Read more... )

I confess that:
-I spent the day feeling guilty about teasing a friend who completely missed the joke.  I seldom partake in bitey, edge-of-aggressive humor, and this is why.  I apologized most sincerely but, impressively (not shockingly,) this did not relieve the guilt.  Intent versus impact, my friends.  Watch out.

-Connected to the above, my old ( Read more... )