Musings

I just realized it’s the 20th.

And I am a day late for my blogaversary. You know what else I just realized? My 4-year anniversary with Mr. Katje was 4 days ago and we have marked the occasion in no way whatsoever. I think because we forgot. Either way, it’s clear that I am terrible with anniversaries. And so is Mr. Katje. We make a good team. Anyway. There was a draw for ebooks. WINNER ANNOUNCING TIME I used Random.org to pick a winner, and the winner is Shawna! Congrats! Check your inbox for an email from me. In other news I will be volunteering

Musings

A day in the life of someone who has a spinal injury

It occurred to me that, while I often mention my injury or identify as disabled, I don’t really talk about what it’s like to live with this injury. I think people get confused, because some days they see me doing things that make it look like I’m a-ok, and the next day I can’t even get out of bed. The fact is if you don’t have an injury like this, or chronic illness or disability, you don’t know what it’s like, and you really won’t unless something happens to make you end up in that position. Before the spinal

Musings / Writer Life

Imagination is like Compost

So a few days ago I saw this image floating around Facebook: (VeryBestQuotes.com is an interesting site, though I wish they would provide sources for the quotes.) I find that I somewhat agree with this. Imagination is super important, yes, and possibly more important than knowledge. However. Imagination is like compost. You get out of it what you put into it. If you never put any info into your head, your imagination is going to have a very tough job. It’s by absorbing knowledge that we feed our imaginations. So many times I’ve come up with a story idea

Musings

Moon Moon

So last night was supposed to be this big blood moon eclipse thing, right? We didn’t see it. We tried, but by the time it was supposed to be happening we got a nice big fog cover, so. No luck. We even went so far as to drive around looking for a better vantage point (there are a lot of trees on our street) just in case the moon was poking through the fog…of course, we didn’t realize until after we’d driven for a few klicks that we’d left the front door unlocked and our gate open. We are

Musings

Change

It occurs to me that I do this blog switching thing around the same time of year — autumn or winter. I tend to get restless during this time. Especially autumn. Autumn comes round and I want to do everything, be everywhere, and change up my life. It makes sense; autumn is short, here in Vancouver, and it’s my favourite season. I want to experience as much as possible. This time of year is when I go back to school, usually, and that’s a big change. Nanowrimo also adds to this feeling of restless need to do something. And