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~
Getting older can be such a drag. First, there is the basic concept of time ticking past. Even though this is continually happening, it seems emphasized during a birthday of a ‘certain age’. No matter how you attempt to stuff that little bit of reality into a back drawer of your mind, it is lingering… Continue reading ~a bite of cake
I forgot my anniversary! Not intentionally, of course. And not the one I share with my beloved, goofy husband. Nope. This one is the anniversary of our move to Florida, just two years ago. Hurricane Matthew had just left the region a couple of weeks earlier, in 2016, when we rolled into Melbourne with two… Continue reading ~I forgot…
If we were having coffee, we would be stuck at my house. Sorry. It has been one of THOSE weeks. As you noticed, my little mini-sharpei has had some surgery. Without explaining too far, just know she is doing well, but we are still awaiting results of two lumps that had to be removed. Nervous… Continue reading ~if we were having coffee~
It is difficult to work when your mind completely fractures. With one focus upon Hurricane Florence, one upon the political nightmare that is our life, and one upon the general workings of my day. I am juggling thoughts which rumble as a bingo basket, while trying to stay true to my challenges. Today is the… Continue reading ~Working distracted~
My projects have been resurrected from the procrastination graveyard. I have been bad, you see. I shall admit my negligence. I offer excuses, and you give me ‘that look’. Not buying my blubbering on about the ‘other job’ taking all my time, family visits, illness, or general crankiness. YOU know this is my whining.