Author deanna

This happened today at work–I rambled in, spent too much time in Starfuckers waiting for coffee, had our meeting and signed my offer letter which was more than I thought it would be for, but no, not $20 an hour…. Continue Reading →

So…got one down yesterday, and though I have a mounting headache up in the noggin, it’s that whole remark the life you might forget that compels me to try this again. So yes, two in a row in the first… Continue Reading →

Last year I bought this dream book kinda thing–well it was a planner with goals set up in a short term, long term and semi regular kinda thing, weeks laid out, goals listed and easily checked off quarterly and monthly…. Continue Reading →

I have to say–after having so many years of absolute chaos, and I am talking even of New York in many ways, because though it was certainly fun, it never seemed exactly stable at all. New York was the land… Continue Reading →

I’ve always thought some of my better works were on the backs of cocktail napkins. When would one be privy to cocktail napkin poems? Clearly either drinking or bartending, and both usually involved the same thing. Tonight, a last hurrah… Continue Reading →

I see that up there and wonder about my tendency to keep things lower case when I used to title the works I would post here–not sure what any of it even means in the grand schemes of things, but… Continue Reading →

There’s been some monumental shifts lately in the way things are working. It’s like finally something snapped and things are really going to be alright. I would elaborate but still feel the tendency to cloak my good news in generalities… Continue Reading →