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Salem Weekly Articles (by me…to date)

This post includes links to my articles published in the Salem Weekly newspaper. (For those of you who are able to snatch a physical copy from one of our 700+ drop sites in the Willamette Valley, awesome. For those who are sadly out of the area, online will have to do. However, if any of you really like one of the articles online–mine or not mine–I would be more than happy to mail you a physical copy of the newspaper. We have extras at the office.) Thanks for reading! Articles are listed in reverse chronological order: “Poetry Has a New Name” (An interview with local…

What I Really Do…

#WhatIReallyDo Full-time writing isn’t always typing and musing…the admin work, website, Etsy, emails, etc, won’t manage themselves. 😉 What does your #WritersLife look like?

Where to Go, What to Do

As of 8:05 a.m. this morning, I am a free agent. Floating. I have no base. No dock. No boundaries. No limits.

The company I worked for had lost two big clients in a matter of months, and I knew my part-time tech writer position was on the line since business was slow and the revenue had taken a hit. But it was still a shock to have my boss hand me my notice and final paycheck saying I could leave: “There’s no reason for you to stay.”

It was bittersweet. I liked working as a technical writer, and my employers were kind and genuine people who ran a tight ship. I respected them, which made this part even harder. But as I walked to my car, arms clasping the classic banker’s box filled with what meager items I owned at the office, I felt relief. Which excited and scared me at the same time. I felt guilty for being relieved…but guilt was soon mixed with a sense of freedom and adventure; I could finally chase what I have been dreaming of doing for years…I could finally pursue my writing with nothing, nor anyone, to hold me back.

Daily Haiku #87

It’s been a long week….(Say it. Aloud. In public. Do it. You know you want to.)

An Office Tale

Storytime. Boss goes to Lowe’s. Finds canvas print in clearance bin for $1.57. Buys it for me. Doesn’t remove the price tag. Returns to office. Hands it to me. I laugh and thank him for his immense generosity. We hang it up on the wall. We stand back and look at it………….I break the silence, “Soooo, I’m not sure how to handle the fact that you basically bought me a metaphor of my life. And then hung it up for me to stare at every day while I’m here in this place….Not really sure what kind of message you’re trying…

Daily Haiku #60

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