Update Twenty-one
When I’m right, I write. But occasionally, I’m not. Then it turns sketchy.
From the archive: Sunday Paper
(First published Sep. 23, 2010) Sunday mornings are made for comfy sweats, long brunches and thick newspapers. I don’t have the right book at hand, so I quote loosely: “For six days thou shall bust thy back, but on the seventh day thou shall kick back and not do any work” – or words to…
Writer’s ambition, sketch
Profesjonell prokrastinerer
Hei, jeg heter Mia og jeg er en profesjonell prokrastinerer. Jeg kunne antakelig skrevet en bok om det, men – som sagt – jeg behersker til fulle kunsten i å sitte på hendene. I stedet leser jeg om det. Med en blanding av snerrende forakt og klynkende selvmedlidenhet klikker jeg på nettartikler om skrivesperre, deadliner og selvdisiplin.…
Professional procrastinator
Hello, I’m Mia and I’m a professional procrastinator. I could probably write a book on the subject, but – like I said – I’m fully mastering the art of sitting on one’s hands. Instead, I read about it. In a combination of sneering disdain and whimpering self-pity I browse online articles on writer’s block, deadlines and…
Cold front down South, sketch
– Whoa! I can’t feel my feet no more. Cold must be git’n to me. – It’s the hypothermia, bub’. Have another one.
Superbowl, sketch
– I’m fine. I just wish we could go to the theatre or opera or something once in a while! – But look, babes, you got the freakin’ Nutcracker Suite right there!
Southern hospitality, sketch – Florida life
– Gosh! Everyone’s so friendly here down south! – I know! They must be like totally into riding.
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