Don’t worry, be hoppy

Nope, not a typo - I meant hoppy. I promise it will make sense when I'm done. What doesn't make sense (or does it? *grin*) is that I've noticed the blog entries I've written as my alter ego, Catherine Trevor (aka InternetG33k) have garnered more attention than my non-fiction stuff. For the moment, I will... Continue Reading →

Of Demons and Glow-ons

Yesterday, our son (seventeen) made me a proud g33k mommy. He was telling me about a new guild he set up with some friends on WoW. He mentioned that they made a tabard, and asked me to guess which symbol they used. After a few failed guesses, he told me, "The one that looks like... Continue Reading →

A Tale of Two Hard Drives

Back when I wrote a blog for a local paper, I started off as a fictionalized person, with the approval of TBTP (The Powers That Be). I had this idea in my head that I could write a kind of "Diary of V" for the Seacoast, and the adventures of Catherine Trevor (the name I... Continue Reading →

Inspired words

In 2009, one of the multi-talented members of our writing group organized a program called, “Inspired Words.” The idea was to use a piece of art in a local museum as the inspiration for our monthly writing prompt. We were also given the opportunity, along with the community at large, to read our results at... Continue Reading →

Prompt writing

I was poking around my computer files this morning, procrastinating cleaning things up a bit before catching up on some NaNo writing (my goal today is 4,000 words. *gulp*). I stumbled upon the very first prompt I sent out to my old writing group, called "The Black Velvet Box." It was supposed to be 500... Continue Reading →

Melancholutopia – A True Fable

I call this bit of creative writing, set in a fantasy land where my depression is almost entertaining, Melancholutopia. Chapter 1 Once upon a time, there lived a princess who believed as soon as she met her true love, married him, and had many royal kidlets, she’d live happily ever after. Belle’s library and an... Continue Reading →

A Dream (Host) Interlude

First, a clarification from yesterday’s post - my fourteen year old said she was less “appropriately horrified” and more “mildly inconvenienced” (her words) because she had to keep her hand in front of her face to hide my mad dancing skills from her eyes. I guess my ability to trip the light fantastic intimidates her... Continue Reading →

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