Maxi dresses and writer’s block…

Day 22 — A Month of Maxi Dresses…

I had this totally great post I was going to write today — A post to make you laugh, then get angry, then become thoughtful and then finally, become profoundly enlightened.  A post to print out and stick on your fridge.  A post to laminate.  A post to be buried with.

And well, it didn’t happen.  I knew what I was going to write, had it all mapped out in my head and then what came out was worse than a seventh grade paper I wrote entitled, “My conversation with God, Ronald Reagan and Duran Duran.”

I’ll try again tomorrow.  For now, all I can say is —


Here I am in a maxi dress.  I’m wearing a sweater.  I like my purse.  Steinbeck, it is not.  But then again, Steinbeck never had to write about maxi dresses for 31 days in a row…


  • Lesia says:

    Your mention of Steinbeck reminded me of a favourite piece by Ariel Gore, which mentions another American literary great. She’s posted it on her blog on Psychology Today website as Can You Be a Writer AND a Mother? at It’s a chapter called The Counselor and Di Prima in her book Bluebird: Women and the New Psychology of Happiness.

    • My Year of Fabulous says:

      I’ll check it out. I’ve never looked at that website. Thanks!

      • Lesia says:

        I like the magazine’s website, but it’s the writer I’d like to recommend to you. The events she recounts in this piece will make you laugh and make you think – it’s a lot more fun than the tittle on the blog might suggest. I think you’d also like her book How to Become a Famous Writer before You’re Dead: Your Words in Print and Your Name in Lights, in which she talks in one chapter about blogging as a way to “nourish the world with your words, yo.”

  • Vague says:

    Isn’t that the see-through maxi?

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