Category Archives: WTF

Writing Companion

Posted on October 15, 2010 by PB Rippey

Sometimes Julian joins me in my bed office, keeps an eye on me while I fuss with the keyboard, picks at his rope, emits charming whistles. He’s a good listener when I read a draft out loud—although my voice seems to make … Continue reading →

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New Workings

Posted on October 11, 2010 by PB Rippey

Depending on who you talk to (my spouse, Facebook, my infernal muse, ABC.com…) I am working on a new poem. As proof, and in danger of ex-ing myself from the writing genre, here are some lines from this new poem … Continue reading →

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Cutthroat Writer

Posted on October 4, 2010 by PB Rippey

 Currently channeling my inner (or not so inner) Cutthroat Writer (notice her fingers poised to drop to the keyboard and—clack, no—CLACK for hours, even if her toddler wakes up at 5:00a.m., like today, even if “cutthroat writer” means looking like this … Continue reading →

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Signs

Posted on October 3, 2010 by PB Rippey

Reading about more than several children’s book authors who recently signed with great lit agents who in turn signed authors on for 2 and/or 3 book deals with major publishing companies. What recession? Or whatever you want to call it? … Continue reading →

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Type Type Type

Posted on October 1, 2010 by PB Rippey
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A Tad Froggy

Posted on September 22, 2010 by PB Rippey

This is me right now. Not well seen. Murky on the outside. Rough. Blug. Frozen in dubious water. Were it not for the toddler, I would be an exact copy of the frog fish in the photo, only atrophied. I … Continue reading →

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New Printer

Posted on August 29, 2010 by PB Rippey

Look. Fish. They’re staying with us. We are fish-sitting. I feel badly when I turn out their light each evening—one moment it’s daylight on the reef, and in literally the next: darkness. Can that be good? Tomorrow I am buying … Continue reading →

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Friday Night

Posted on August 27, 2010 by PB Rippey

Suddenly, we are going to watch a movie because suddenly my husband returned home from work this evening with the movie pictured left and “Casino Royale”, for which he is assigned to watch the beginning of for a certain vital … Continue reading →

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Big Foot cont.

Posted on August 24, 2010 by PB Rippey
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Seduced By Big Foot

Posted on August 23, 2010 by PB Rippey

A poetry evening as I prepare my BB submission, the deadline approaching faster than—that’s it, my brain just clicked off. It’s only 9:20p.m. I believe the MWO intensive (see previous post) made me more exhausted than when I left for the … Continue reading →

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My Gift For Blab…

Posted on August 15, 2010 by PB Rippey

9:46 pm. I don’t have it! That gift of easy-going gab. And yet—when I read what I’ve written for Moth Radio’s handy recording-a-submission feature, I carry on for two days instead of the minute they require. Who am I?

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