Pamela Ribon

Tag: Writing

  • This looks the same to you…

    But it’s very different for me. You see, I’m writing this post on my fancy new computer that I bought because I get to write another fancy book for Downtown Press. I haven’t bought a computer since I was a junior in college. My ancient iMac kept crashing (and doesn’t travel well), and my dad’s…

  • Nose to the Grindstone

    So, the site’s moved, the nameserver’s been changed, and as soon as your ISP updates, you’ll be looking at the new pamie.com. Can’t tell a difference? Then it’s perfect. Can’t see a damn thing, can’t email me and everything’s gone to hell? Well, then… I’ll be working on it. But let me know if a…

  • Pep Talks

    To live in Los Angeles, you must have a thick skin. Just about every single day someone is going to turn you down. Someone is going to reject you. Sometimes entire companies take a quick glance at you and say, “No.” You want to know why. The truth is, there’s no real “Why.” Sure, they…

  • Movie Mumbling

    For those of you who have been staying up nights fretting over the state of my laptop, it is now fixed. I have some very smart, very reliable friends. Very patient friends that still talk to me after I call from another country demanding tech support at four in the morning. Friends that miss their…

  • Dial-Up Diva

    I am sitting exactly as I was one year ago today. And just like one year ago today, I’m reading over email from you, telling me how you’re doing, and how you feel about my writing. Strange how our lives go in cycles, even when we think we’re doing something unpredictable. I love how there…

  • squishy revisited

    squishy revisited

    So, here we are. One year later. Let me just get this out of the way first: I missed you, too. I missed you very much, actually. It was lonely without you around. After all those days spent complaining that you guys were too much to handle, I felt like a mom who had finally…

  • Halftime Report

    and i’m out of cigarettes So, I’m just sitting here watching the Texas/Oklahoma State game and it’s just now halftime, and it’s all strange and quiet around here. So, why not write on a Saturday? I don’t know.

  • Gracious

    that’s the kind of loser i am. Well, I lost. I lost big time. I got spanked. Spanked. First of all, I’d like to print Allison’s acceptance speech right here, in all its glory:

  • Man.

    you’d think after four hours I’d have written more. Last night was spent catching up with one of my oldest friends, sitting in a bar until they kicked us out, and then today I drove around town doing a combination of errands and lunch and showing him the places in Austin I’m going to miss…

  • Other Places

    because there’s no time It’s a busy day today. I was going to write all about why I cancelled my Jane Magazine subscription, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. So, here. Read this instead. It’s the piece I wrote for Mighty Big TV about the SAG strike. Happy Birthday, Douglas. I wish I…