Yet again, it’s Monday.


Oh Monday. Monday Monday Monday. Fun times.

I have a dentist appointment today.

And found out on Friday my dentist has left the practice. I have no idea what this visit holds. Will my hygienist still be there?

I haven’t a clue.

The appointment went from something unpleasant but nonetheless predictable to something unpleasant and unpredictable.

Woo. Hoo.

But it seems, that is life. The moment you think you have a handle on something, the moment you think you’re getting it, the universe says, “not so fast, buddy.”

The universe often talks like a gangster from a 1940s film, because the universe does what the universe wants.

I could have cancelled the appointment, but then there’s the stress of finding someone new, and someone soonish as it’s time for that cleaning. Now I have six months to do it.

And I say again: “Woo. Hoo.”

Chaos seems to be the preferred state of everything, and we just don’t get to control all the details of life. Or even the major parts, really, when you think about it.

So I will go off bravely into the void, and by the void I mean the dentist’s office, and face my fate of scraping and that horrible toothpaste, not knowing who will be wielding the instruments.

Wow, I’m brave.

Have a great Monday.

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Writing Through Fear


A Girl Writing; The Pet Goldfinch by Browne, Henriette (1829 – 1901) – painter (artist) Details of artist on Google Art Project [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons



I think this painting is so beautiful, I left the image at full size.

Fear may be intangible, but it can keep you firmly in place. The concept is so ingrained it even comes with its own cliche: “Frozen in fear.”

And while it applies to approaching footsteps in echoey corridors and under-bed monsters and aliens descending from above, it also applies to writing. Sometimes what keeps us away from the page as writers is fear.

Fear of not having anything to say. Fear of saying it wrong, saying too much, not saying enough. Fear that the muse has taken a permanent vacation, never to be seen again, and inspiration, that delicate filament, is broken as surely and as permanently as a spiderweb.

Fear of failure.

Sometimes that fear is difficult to fight, and it manifests itself as a wedge between us and that blinking cursor. I’ve stared at it many times, my fingers at the ready over my keys, and yet something invisible blockades the route from idea to words.

Is it my own fear?


But here’s the thing about fear. In the words of Franklin D. Roosevelt:

Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that something else is more important than fear.

Or John Wayne’s pithier, Old Westernized version:

Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway.

Or any of the other variations on the concept. Let’s think about it this way. Fear is kind of like a lifelong — but manageable — human illness. We have to learn to live with it and get on with things anyway.

Great advice, huh? Now if only I can take it…

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