It is Wednesday. Mid-week. Hump day. My day off. I am a blob. Started out this fine sunny day with energy, and spirited to-dos…got the meds down the dog (surgery recovery), the plants watered, the bills paid…even managed to finish the laundry and create a lovely, light, fresh lunch. And now, I am …EXHAUSTED! What… Continue reading ~writing from blobville~
Shaken. Stirred. Smothered. It has been a bit of a noodle; this month of March. Wait. Add in February, too. Year in, Year out, these months test me. Weird situations occur, that I handle in ways I later regret. My nerves are edgy. My usual quite amazingly wise and stoic tolerance becomes irrationally depleted. I… Continue reading ~escaping the vortex~
Maybe I need a retreat. This one looks really perfect. Would that make me establish better routines for my writing? Would it feed my soul, inspire and infuse me with the discipline that I am lacking? Are there ever days, when you think perhaps, perhaps you aren’t a writer, after all? Or is that just me?… Continue reading ~writing retreat~
If we were having coffee, I would meet you in the local shop…the one I just found! The one that reminds me of the restaurant I once shared with my best friend…years ago, in a mountain town. This charming spot to sit and write, meet friends, or have lunch, is in downtown Melbourne. It is… Continue reading ~if we were having coffee~
If we were having coffee~this overcast Saturday…. We would be sitting beach-side, and awaiting the sun to appear. It shall, you know, and heat up the covered patio to an almost intolerable temp. I love this, though, don’t you? The ability to watch ocean tides while scribbling daring adventures and shady shenanigans in notebooks. How… Continue reading If we were having coffee~
If we were having coffee this lovely, crisp and sunny, day~I would tell you about my new work in progress, and the new writing schedule I have created…I would also tell you about the writing course I am signed up for (and crazy in love with)… We likely would share our week, the ups, downs,… Continue reading ~If we were having coffee …
SOOOO… my husband wants a bunker. Yes. Even as we live in Florida and his rather elaborate blueprints feature underground assemblages. He is animate this time, and frankly, I am quite unsure how to feel about it. The man has always wanted something similar since he prefers anything ‘off the grid’, protective, and apparently without… Continue reading Building that bunker~
via Daily Prompt: Volume The sea serves my hopes with splendid abundance, encouraging my dreams, comforting my fears. Perfection in volumes of earth, salt, shell, and sand to caress my anxiety.