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Friday, July 10, 2020


This relapse mimics the original symptoms in order. I have lost my taste and smell; I have crazy pink COVID eyes that hurt; my head aches; my neck hurts; my back burns; my muscles feel weak....It's not quite as intense, but neither is it gone.  Sunday will be two months for me since first symptoms.

Monday, May 25, 2020


Massive sweating last night, puddles and waves, but I washed up on shore this morning feeling like I swam through that rough ocean.  I hope this mean the sucker is gone in the waves...Today, I remember everyone who suffered in The Battle Corona, and especially those poor souls who lost their lives. May they be in a better place now.

Friday, May 22, 2020



Here is the list of symptoms that I wrote at 2 AM because there is no sleep apparently in week two. These are in order. Most lasted less than 24 hours, though my oxygen saturation varies a bit, and I still can't smell anything. I feel physically tired but physiologically jacked up: it's hard to explain. 

  • Loss of smell 
  • Loss of taste 
  • Low oxygen saturation 
  • Extreme fatigue Headache 
  • Eyes tearing up when changing body position 
  • Lack of appetite 
  • Sore back 
  • Sore spot between the shoulders 
  • Burning muscles 
  • Burning back 
  • Stomach aches
  • Tingling numbness in hands and arms 
  • Profuse bouts of sweating 
  •  Red sore eyes with a feeling of sand in them 
  • Cognitive issues (not sharp, don’t get things, loss of words, fogginess) 
  • Cough 
  • Sore throat 
  • Mania—a feeling of being revved or jacked up physiologically 
  • Insomnia (never had before in my life/weird) 
  • Skin rash all over (itchy and red) 
  • Covid toes (very mild but itchy and a tiny bit red)
Because my spouse is immune compromised, we were being super careful. Masks, rubber gloves, wiping down everything that came into the house with bleach, wiping down the gate latches after packages. Somehow, I got it anyway. So, take this seriously, mice. Contagious as hell and no fun to have.  Look at it this way: I could be writing my novel.  I hope you are writing yours.

Thursday, May 21, 2020


I have been more careful than anyone.  How did this happen? Listen, mice, take this sh*t seriously. Go wash your hands.

Sunday, May 17, 2020


I have been so carefully isolating. Not stepped foot in a store except for one CVS over two weeks ago. The only thing I do is go #running several miles every other day or so. I always wear a mask, though. How did this happen? Did this happen? I am going to get a drive-through test at the hospital. Will let you know how that goes. 

Thursday, April 16, 2020


I wanted to do my report on my head, since this whole thing is feeling upside down about now. Yoga teachers will not approve of the hat, the glasses, the fact that I am not quite on the crown of my head perfectly. Also, my rib cage and gut should be back toward my spine, as I reach my toes to heaven, which I am not quite doing here.  Oh well, as they say, progress not perfection. 

Sunday, April 12, 2020


GO TO 1:22:21 in the video above to see my partner tell a story in a story slam last night.

Provincetown, Massachusetts has its own version of "The Moth," called "The Mosquito". This virtual event is usually performed on stage in front of an audience, but...well, you know. I think it came off better than SNL At-Home, don't you?

Hosted by the famous Provincetown Theater.

Watch to the end for a little surprise with a cameo of yours truly....

Thursday, April 9, 2020

CORONAVIRUS INTERRUPTUS--A Rejection and A Thought On Editor Ghosting

Interrupting the regularly scheduled posting for a throwback rejection. You may think I'd run out of these things, but the more books I write and try to publish, the more rejections I have. Funny how the more things change, the more  they stay the same.  This onne was funny because it came five months after submission. My text response was "Well at least she read it and bothered to respond." Secret Agent Man's text response was: "That's what I thought too." Apparently, since I've been writing new books, there's new thiing called "ghosting"  that editors do....even to well-known agents.  My goodness!

Tuesday, April 7, 2020


Writers group last night was great! No takers for an LROD writer's group? I guess that seems like we'd sit around and reject each other, but that's not what I had in mind. Well, whatevs. Hope you all are doing well into Week Three of this thing.

Monday, April 6, 2020

Throwback to #Rejection Days: This Lady Thinks I'm Working Out My Issues, Not Writing a Proper Memoir (Pfft...lady....Pfft)

I don't like the ligatures...see the "ing" and the "and"? They look weird. I need to fix that, but I think it could be okay.

Anyhoodle....just for old time's sake, in case you think getting published once, twice, or thrice changes things for Writer Rejected and all you writing mice out there, it doesn't.  Here are some rejections I got for my book about disinheritance that no one wanted.

This lady was like: The author is working out her mental issues, not crafting a memoir. And this was from a WOMEN'S imprint. Pfft...mean.

(Now rejections come by text from Secret Agent Man)

Funny: I thought it was the most commercial thing that ever happened to me. Ha!

Friday, April 3, 2020


 p.s. I mentioned in the above video that I'm working on a graphic novel. The story is this: I had a tenth grade art teacher who convinced me I wasn't a real artist, even though I LOVED to draw and hang out in the studio with the arty kids, who were the real deal. The thing was that I didn't really care (probably for the only time in my life) whether or not I was any good. It was just a joyful thing for me, something I did in childhood all the time. But he said I needed to work on my skills and not just convince myself that my work was good. He was harsh, so I quit his class and never went back. Unfortunately, I never drew again. I remembered this incident a few months ago when people from my hometown were posting about their favorite teachers on Facebook, and the guy's name was mentioned. I thought, "F that!" I'm going to draw again. This little book came pouring out of me, and I was obsessed for three months with working on it. Now, I have a prototype of the book, which needs work.  It looks like this:

Does anyone have a suggestion for what to do with this thing? Suggestions are welcome.

Tuesday, March 24, 2020


Better mood today because of  writers' group last night on Zoom. Should we start a writers' group on LROD? Anyone interested...we'd all be strangers, but everyone here is a friend.   If you're interested put your email address in the comments and I'll organize  something.

Saturday, March 21, 2020


Some "cats" really know how to entertain themselves in isolation. (She's playing with a leaf....a leaf!) We can all take note. This is #BabyCass, Standard Poodle.

Also, today,  a shout out to my dear, sweet friend Risa Denenberg, a poet, but also a nurse in Washington State. She and I go back to the AIDS Epidemic as members of the protest group, ACT UP, and as besties.

She had recently retired from nursing, so I checked in via email:

ME:  Are you okay? Shelter in place? Not working the front lines, I hope, but writing poetry.
RISA: So would you really expect me to not work during a medical crisis? I am being careful. I promise. 

So, let's all take a moment to say a little prayer or give the universe a vibe of gratitude for all those nurses and medical folks working to help those who have symptoms of this virus.

(Thank You, Risa. Please be careful.)

Tuesday, March 17, 2020


A three-parter because I didn't know about the Blogger data limit. Will keep it shorter from now on.



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I'm back because...well, you know...the nation is socially isolating, and we writers probably get enough of that. So, let's get the band back together and have a little community. I'm going to be putting up videos to catalog this situation.  Even if no one comes to my party, I'll feel like I'm talking to someone out there.  I hope you'll join in.