writing

  • How Old is Too Old?

    The other day, I learned that a VA was having a milestone birthday that’s way in my past, and I messaged a smutty colleague: “Tell me I’m not too old to be doing this.”  My bio says that I am GenX, and that identifies me as older than most of the female VAs I’m aware…

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  • This Must Be The Place

    I’ve been thinking about places. I’ve been thinking about how places hold memories of sense and feeling.  There was a big old maple tree behind my childhood home, part of an abandoned farm. The ghost of a barn lay crumbling there, along with the rusty skeleton of an old VW bug. I was afraid to…

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  • Bloom

    Back in January, a friend of mine reminded our social media community of the concept of a word for the year, and I decided to choose “bloom.” To bloom is to come to life after sleeping, hibernating, resting. Blooming is the culmination of growth, the flowering a powerful display of the plant’s beauty and power.…

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  • New Year, Old Me

    The temptation to remake myself every new year is strong. I love the idea of fresh starts. New notebooks, a fresh stack of paper, a new pen, a clean slate. Leave who you are in the old year and begin again. Be whoever you wish you could be. Fix whatever is wrong with you.  But…

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  • Tend Your Garden

    There are days when my garden is sunny and green. The flowers in the corner are bright pink; I planted them there the first time I had something published and people called me a writer. Some sunflowers in the side yard by the fence are a compliment someone paid me about my sunny personality. The…

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  • Do It Scared

    I’ve been sitting in the dark for the last half an hour or so, frozen. I have a bunch of things to do, some of which are work and some of which are fun, but I can’t move.  Tomorrow I am going to do a very big thing. It doesn’t really matter what it is.…

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  • Should

    If there is a word I would take out of our collective vocabulary, it would be should.  Should is a wish-fulfillment fantasy. He should have treated me better. (Absolutely, and yet he didn’t.)  We shouldn’t have to do this. (Nope, and yet we do.) I shouldn’t have to tell you I don’t like that. (Maybe,…

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  • As Pretty Lynne, I usually write about things when they are going well, or when I’ve got it all figured out. Today is a little bit different.  Most days, I feel great about being a single woman. I am smart and capable and can figure out how to do things I haven’t had to do…

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  • Blocked

    I had a confusing thing happen recently and I wanted to write about it.  An individual responded to a story of mine on Instagram with a note that they clicked on the Reddit link in my profile and were “not sorry. Amazing work.”  We had a very pleasant and superficial exchange about my writing, and…

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  • Vanilla

    Lately I’ve been describing myself as a “vanilla” creator, and I can feel the apology in the description. “You might find my work a bit boring,” I’m implying, “but that’s what I do.” I’d like to take that back.  I have been around the erotic audio and Lit community for a while now. In that…

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