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Daylight Craving Time

Spring fever and DST jet lag have driven us to seek out a pretend springtime at a local Japanese fusion restaurant.

We have our own cherry blossom festival here in Michigan, but it won't happen until May or later. In the meantime, we are "traveling" via Little Passports through Japan's warmer climate, and I am transitioning to a different daily schedule with writing time in the afternoon instead of the morning. I do consider myself a morning person, but I'm going to try switching things up, because I am tired of waking up in the dark.

I am ready for sunshine!

Metaphorically, the ladies of the Pigasus Pen, my writing group, are all patiently awaiting brighter days ahead in our writing careers. But we're not just sitting around waiting for the sun to come out. We're working hard to be ready for the light when it comes.

Meika just released the second book in her romance series on Radish. I don't know what Radish is, because I am an old-fashioned paper boo…
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Gretchen the Funny Cat

There comes a time in every desk worker's life when we need a break. Sometimes we go braindead from hours of data entry. Sometimes we get stuck in a frustrating problem. Sometimes we catch a cold that leaves us too muddle-headed to write. At these times, we turn to funny cat pictures and videos to refresh our minds.

If you are in need of a funny cat right now, allow me to introduce you to Gretchen.

Gretchen has been my therapy kitty this week as I recover from a bout of the sniffles. She likes to snuggle up and purr. She likes to look out the windows with me and say hilarious things to the wild creatures outside. She likes to hide and jump out at people with her little paws splayed out like a furry starfish. She prefers hiding places associated with nightmares and horror movies: under the bed, inside a mostly-closed closet, or behind the shower curtain.

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I Challenged Us to a Dance Off

I challenged us to a dance off, and we all won! Hooray! Shiny participation statuettes for everyone!

During the past month, my daughter and I learned about the nation of Brazil as part of her Little Passports subscription. Learning about another big country in the Americas that struggles with both huge challenges and fantastic natural and cultural resources (favelas! rainforests! mermaid fandoms! gang wars! green cities! fusion everything!) helps me put things in perspective and stay hopeful that things will be okay for us here in the United States.

It has been a month of ongoing political, social, and natural disasters. Here are some things that have been going on with me:

a visit at work from a little boy who used to play with my daughter, whose father shot and killed his mother, big brother, and self a few years agoimmigration laws that have separated a mother we know from her little girl and will keep her away for an unknown length of timehearing nonstop about all kinds of racist …

How Beautiful to Be Immersed in a Good, Clean Flood

For the past year or two, much of my stress has been caused by human cruelty and weakness. At work and in the news and sometimes in life, I'm witnessing more overt forms of racism, sexism, homophobia, and gun violence. And then, in response to any efforts at reducing such cruelty, there's a fact-resistant, compassion-resistant, intelligence-resistant backlash justified by the same cannibalistic attitude of victim-blaming: "You must have deserved it, you fill-in-the-slur."

While no one dares to visit such cruelty upon me personally, probably because my ass kicking reputation rivals that of Chuck Norris (among my other #blessed privileges), it makes me sick to watch people I know on social media either: a) turn into Russian zombie bot trolls hell-bent on destroying life for anyone who isn't a rich white dudebro in a fact-resistant helmet, or b) unplug completely. It wouldn't be so bad if the trolling were all about hypotheticals and ideas not affecting the RL,…

Fear Is the Boxlocker of Dreams

So sayeth an internet meme made from a vulgar cross stitch, except I changed one of the words. Wink!

I have come to believe that fear is the #1 barrier to the success of creative endeavors. The evidence:

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Tim Ferris on Why You Should Define Your Fears Instead of Your Goals (TED Talk)

This idea rings true for me and the other ladies of my writing group. We struggle to finish manuscripts, applications, and query letters, not because we are lazy or incompetent or truly too busy, but because we are afraid of what comes next, whether it be failure, rejection, or the dizzying terror of succeeding and having to face an unfamiliar challenge.

The first member of our group to publish a complete novel, Meika Usher, did so after going to great lengths to face her personal fears. She didn't go back to school for a fancy MFA degree. She didn't take endless webinars or read a library of self-help books. Nope…

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What we need is butt care. Butt care is a kind of self-care, but it's best not to do it by yourself. As I am learning this month, thanks to my daughter's Little Passports subscription, Brazilian communities are demonstrating that collective butt care has the power to save the whole world.

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For the Love of Nihilist Tacos

Happy Groundhog Day! In honor of the rom-com by that name, my husband and I will be doing the same exact thing we do every Groundhog Day: eating tacos. On this day, we celebrate our elopement 12 years ago, when we also ate tacos.

Since then, we have eaten 12 years of tacos.

We have eaten tacos in Michigan and tacos in Mexico.

We have eaten tacos on dates, with friends, and with our daughter.

We have eaten homemade tacos and restaurant tacos. We have eaten authentic Mexican tacos and "American taco night" tacos.

Why? Because life is too short not to eat tacos. Soon humanity will go extinct in one way or another, and then there will be no more tacos. The tacos are endangered, and nothing we do can save them.

So eat ye tacos while ye may! 

This year, we will eat food truck tacos at home, with our new ferocious kitten.

We will do the same thing every Groundhog Day, reveling in salsa and samsara, until there are no more Groundhog Days or tacos we can share together.

Tacos un…