Welcome to my new writing room (!) on the 3rd floor. The rug alone brings me joy – and that right there’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.

I’m spending hours in my room typing away on this very computer, typically with coffee in my hand and a snack by my side.  I’m partial to oranges and goldfish crackers these days, though today my daughter Natalie brought me a skewer with apples and bananas and side of peanut butter.  Nothing better.

Writing Room

This place is my sanctuary. It needs a little color on the walls (and the desk, too) but there happen to be few things I dislike more than painting. One of them is forcefully getting water up my nose from a dive that went wrong.

The desk is just an old door we set between sets of pine bookshelves.  Those two framed pictures on the desk are of me hugging Guy on our wedding day and a note Luke wrote me when he was maybe 4 that says “I LUVUE MOM” in pencil.  There’s a big ol’ rooster on the wall that we brought all the way back from China.  I love that damn rooster, and there was just no other place for him.  I’ve named him Linus.  Linus oversees all the blood, sweat and tears.

Lovely readers, I’ve also been published for the first time ever.  I have a short piece in an online publication called Tue/Night.  You can check it by out clicking the following link.    http://tuenight.com/

I’ll have a little bio and a headshot and everything.  Hope you can take a look.  The issue of the week is about drugs, and my piece is personal.  Let me know your thoughts and feel free to share the link and news.