I could hear the rumble of the crowd from the narrow alcove just off stage, but I couldn’t bring myself to peek out. We were the last act, the big finish. Suddenly, my jeans felt too tight, my mouth parched.
“Anyone have any water?” I croaked. Someone handed me a juice box. This was a bad idea. Continue reading “Finding My Voice, Even If It’s a Little Off Key”
A collection of what’s winged its way across my path and got me thinking, grinning and gearing up.
Generation X Is Sick of Your Bullshit by Mat Honan: A tidy little diatribe from “…the generation that became the voice that set the tone for everything you love about the Net.” If you remember the elevator scene in Singles with Bridget Fonda and Matt Dillon, this one’s for you.
I Can’t Go For That by Jenny Lawson: This post by Jenny Lawson of The Bloggess pretty much sums up what I love so much about her: absolute weirdness mixed with just the right amount of relatable. This particular post also includes her weekly roundup “Shit I Did When I Wasn’t Here.” Continue reading “Flutterby 8”