Yesterday was President’s Day- a holiday I used to look forward to.  As a matter of fact, when I had a full-time agency gig, I looked forward to all holidays.  Much needed time off from The System and its craziness.  
Except, now holidays just aren’t the same (unless it’s Thanksgiving or Christmas).  
Working from home means that my schedule is my own.  I have predictability with the meetings and reports and trainings that I am involved in.  These days, 30 percent of my time is scheduled by outside forces.  In …

Last week, The Cooties ran amok in my home.  The Girl got it, The Man got it, and then I got it.  Monday was fine.  Business as usual, but by Tuesday, it was all over but the shouting (more like whining- like a toddler who is tired, but doesn’t want to take a nap, but can’t resist curling up in a blankie and whimpering about how not tired she is until she falls asleep- but I digress).  In my antihistamine/decongestant/cough suppressant haze, I thought it would be a good idea …

I love working from home.  But some days (particularly Mondays) I miss having a place to “go to” to start the week off.  There is something very comforting in having a “routine”, even if it’s only so that you can rebel against it. (The Ex used to call me a Rebel Just Because- so that ought to tell you something).  
Well, this morning started off just like all the other Monday mornings have for the past ten months.  Except today I didn’t have the juice.  I was feeling like I …

Yes, I often spend the first couple of hours of my day working in my bathrobe.  Not that you asked.
Anyway, it’s The Day After, and time to get back to making it do what it do (thank you Jamie Foxx [as Ray Charles] for making this one of the most overused phrases of the last five year).  
Right now, I need some help.  I’m researching women who write humor.  I thought this would be a much easier task than it is turning out to be.  For now, I have what …

I am an eight hour a night girl when it comes to sleep.  If I don’t get all my hours in, I’m a walking grump with dark circles.  
My loved ones avoid me like the plague.  
I take my sleeping seriously.  It’s nothing to be played with.  As a matter of fact, I ENJOY sleeping.  Unlike The Man, who thinks that if he’s sleeping, he’s missing something.
A few nights ago, I woke up suddenly and HAD to write.  Not like coherent, finishing up a project, or great new idea coming …

I know that the website is called Diva Fiction Bytes.  
I know that short tales should abound on this website.  
New ones, that is. And they will.
As soon as I stop letting the inner critic shut me down every five minutes.  
I have been working on a Fiction Byte for over a week that simply cracks me up.  In my head.  When I get it out on paper, not so much. So, instead of moving on to something else (too many stories, too little time), I have been wrestling with …

I tried to think of another title for this post. I really did. Nothing else brought it home as well as: I. Hate. Ass-kissin’.
I especially hate ass-kissin’ in the professional realm.
I have a very low tolerance for disingenuous interactions. In my climb up the managerial ladder, I have seen many folks schmooze their boss (or boss’s boss ) in order to gain favor. Their interest in the other person is in a very “slimy” way. Not just because the person may be interesting or …

I started this writing thing because I love a good story.  I thought that maybe I have some good stories in me that people would like to read. Real stories about real women, with a dash of humor. Except then I started writing regularly and quickly realized that this writing thing ain’t as easy as it looks.  
I’m still going to write.  I’m kind of compelled to.  And I’ll write even if no one reads it  (that is my neurosis rearing it’s ugly head- get used to it).  
But it …

I just finished writing Work In Progress- Part 2 and I have to say that I am pretty pleased with myself.  Except that it was only supposed to be a two parter, and now there’s going to be three.  Because I don’t know how it ends yet.  
And I know you are saying, but you are the writer, you are supposed to know how it ends.
Well, I don’t.  Because things keep changing in my head.  I’ll know by this weekend though.  At least I’m pretty sure I will because I …

I have gotten lots feedback about the website this week.  It has all been positive, and for that I am grateful.  I have noticed that no one has asked me “why”.  Now generally, why is not a question that you want to ask in certain situations.
Example-
Me:  Tyler, why did you leave your shoes in the middle of the floor?  I just tripped over them.
Possible Response #1:  blank stare with a shrug and no answer
Possible Response #2:  just a shrug and no answer
Possible Response #3:  blank stare, no shrug, and no …