Seeing as I live in a house full of boys,
I think it’s fair I post the girl perspective:
AGNES by Tony Cochran

I don’t know about dead chickens,
but I’d definitely say my snorts of boy
either clear my head or knock me out.
Seeing as I live in a house full of boys,
I think it’s fair I post the girl perspective:
AGNES by Tony Cochran

I don’t know about dead chickens,
but I’d definitely say my snorts of boy
either clear my head or knock me out.
AGNES by Tony Cochran

Ah, the joys of summer.
And friendships.
Am dashing off in a few minutes for a full day of basketball.
Zebu’s in a tournament and so I’m packing up the laptop
and hitting the bleachers.
Here’s some Agnes outlook to get you through the day:
AGNES by Tony Cochran

Let’s hope Grandma went easy on the pine nuts.
AGNES by Tony Cochran

I’m doing WAY better than Agnes;
No bee stings for me!
AGNES by Tony Cochran

I don’t even want to know what Trout would say about my life.
GET FUZZY by Darby Conley

You’re welcome.
Seeing as even though it’s April 26 I woke to snow on the ground,
this seemed appropriate.
AGNES by Tony Cochran
Anguished screams, indeed.
NO MORE SNOW, OKAY?!
All those who can relate to this, raise your hand . . .
AGNES by Tony Cochran

A little reminder to me and anyone else who spends too much time
worrying that something said or written might have been misconstrued:
AGNES by Tony Cochran
Trout does make an excellent point.
And I’m going to try hard to remember this.
Seeing as the forecast is calling for a foot of snow,
and seeing as there’s lots of blue sky and sunshine outside,
this strip feels apt.
AGNES by Tony Cochran

I guess these wildly fluctuating weather forecasts are just another sign of spring.
Zippy thought all my writer friends would appreciate this:
MUTTS by Patrick McDonnell
I spent the past thirty minutes putting together
an entry about today’s Denver Post editorial.
My head was about ready to pop off.
That wasn’t a good feeling.
So I went to the funny pages and found this:
Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis
Have a nice, non-head-popping-off day!
Roland Hedley covers the Tiger Woods story.
And comes up with an angle every writer can appreciate:
DOONESBURY by Garry Trudeau

Because there’s always a vampire angle.
AGNES by Tony Cochran

Keep trying, Agnes.
I’m right there with you.
AGNES by Tony Cochran
And here I was thinking "bus jump" was the key element to a publishing contract.
This pretty much sums it up . . .

from 5/19/09
From the always helpful Agnes brain trust…..
AGNES by Tony Cochran
For all those Michael Palin fans out there…………….
GET FUZZY by Darby Conley

I’m fortunate enough to have R’s raspy voice as my secret weapon for keeping the nasty voices at bay. But if anyone out there still needs help getting the cranial naysayers to shut the beep up, you might want to try this approach:
AGNES by Tony Cochran (8/20/08)

Oops. I thought we’d reached the end of the storyline about Agnes writing her first novel. I was wrong:
Agnes by Tony Cochran

The obvious reaction would be to scoff at Agnes for her lack of gumption. She’s a quitter! I mean, of course a novel requires lots of words and of course writing those many, many words can sometimes feel like drudgery. But then I thought back to what I’d accomplished on my revisions over the past two days and realized that I, too, am a sentencist. I spent hours writing and rewriting the same lines, trying to find the tone and rhythm I need in order to revise the entire novel. My word count for those days is pretty minuscule. On the other hand, I finally produced the sentences I needed in order to move forward.
For the time being, I’m satisfied with my status as sentencist; I just have to remember that eventually those sentences need to come together to form a novel and that ideally the novel will be completed in this lifetime.
Agnes by Tony Cochran
Agnes is a funny, funny girl…

I figured it wasn’t a bad idea to document my chipped nails and torn cuticles in case the great and powerful O ever invites me to be her guest. You all might want to do the same.

Agnes by Tony Cochran
Suddenly my plotting abilities don’t seem so weak. And I’m starting to think the pony-tailed Trout with her sharp editorial eye is my Ideal Reader. I’ll keep her in mind today as I work on revisions, and just might find a way to include a legume-related accident or two.


Today as I used the facilities and read a little CALVIN AND HOBBES, I decided once and for all that my mother is wrong. It isn’t uncouth to have books in my bathroom. Not when those books provide middle-of-the-day smiles.
These days I’ll take laughter wherever I can get it, even if it means me sitting there on the toilet, giggling at Hobbes leaping onto Calvin coming through the front door.
My local newspaper has way too many comic strips. It’s an overwhelming mass of tiny-print strips that aren’t even funny. My family has ongoing discussions on what we’d love to cut and cut. But there’s good stuff out there, too. I love this little girl and her friend, Trout, and want to spread the gospel of “Agnes” by Tony Cochran. Laugh here and here and here.
Now wasn’t that fun?