Every profession has its peaks and valleys – those crunch times when a person wonders just what the heck s/he was thinking when s/he started down that path. CPAs must shout “Free at last! I’m free!” as the office closes on Tax Day. Teachers certainly find their happiness once they turn in their keys for the short weeks of summer. Actors party wildly after the set is struck. And so on. Not all professions have such dramatic highs and lows, but they all have some sort combination of stressful time and not-so-stressful time.
Writing, of course, is not exempt of the stresses. Continue reading
It’s a cold and snowy day here in my corner of the Pacific Northwest. I woke up this morning to snow on the ground which isn’t a common thing here. It’s the kind of day where you want to cuddle on the couch with a blanket and a cup of something warm, to be sure.
As I waited with my kids at the bus stop, the wind started picking up, blowing the snow. I was the only parent at the stop this morning, so I fussed at Middlest’s classmate to put up her hood, the other girl to zip her coat all the way, and I gathered them around me in a circle, everyone’s chin tucked into their coats and scarves, with their backs to the wind.
My dear sister, the writer Wendy N. Wagner, got married on Saturday. It was wonderful and not just because it was an absolutely beautiful spring day. And it was wonderful not just because she and her now-husband are perfect together. It was wonderful because the entire wedding celebration so perfectly encompassed who they are as individuals, a couple and as a family. Continue reading
This is the first post in a five-part guest post series.
Wendy N. Wagner grew up in the same nutty family as Kristina Martin, and seems to be graying at the same rate. Her short fiction has appeared in the anthologies The Way of the Wizard and Rigor Amortis, and (forthcoming) in Beneath Ceaseless Skies magazine. Her first novel is being released by a small press in Fall 2011. She is also the Assistant Editor of Fantasy Magazine. For no known reason, her husband and daughter love her despite the neglect and the constant influx of germs. You can keep up with Wendy on http://operabuffo.blogspot.com.
Like most of the truly great writers, I have a dayjob to pay my bills. I’ve been working at an undisclosed location–we’ll call it Children’s Museum X to protect its identity–for five years now. That’s right. I’ve willingly continued to clock in three to four days a week (hey, it’s just part-time until I get that best-seller!) at a place where, annually, close to two hundred thousand children come to scream.