Here it is…the beginning of seeing my dream life take shape. The moment I told my self-doubt to shut the hell up. The tingling anticipation to see words I strung together become their own creation. While still just a short story…a tiny short story…it is a start. A test of my inner resolve. The hounding,… Continue reading Storm of Shadows…by me, finally
The Pen is operational, again. H.H. Pen is back at her desk! Something is coming….Stay tuned. Two cranky, old crones. One impending disaster. A little spooky story with a surprising twist.
This bit of whimsy fits me today…ready for summer, ready for a haircut, ready definitely for a facial….but oh, yes, underneath it all, I am ready to have a party! Aren’t we all? What good news to hear the latest: our chance to have a ‘somewhat’ normal summer continues to look (cautiously) good. Pinch me.… Continue reading ~flipping the calendar~
I would ask you how you set up your writing spot at home? Do you have a bright, sun-softened room that lends itself to calm energy? Is there an old vintage desk, or a new offering considered “farmhouse” style? Do you stack papers on it, on one corner? Do you keep your phone nearby or… Continue reading ~if we were having coffee~
It has been a while. I long while, in fact. Hasn’t that been the experience of the past year? A very L-O-N-G year. But I am not going to wax on and on about the state of affairs under the rule of Covid-19. I am ready to be through this part of my growth. Handling… Continue reading ~battle-weary~
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~
It all began simply enough. Years of visiting a location that left me both enriched and yearning. The visual beauty of a place that nature had bestowed with a palette of delicious color. Tall quaking Aspens bending to each summer storm, and rustling as you napped. Clear streams that made your hands ache in… Continue reading ~pen to paper
My friends and family inquire, “how is winter in Florida?” Often followed by various versions of how lucky I am. There is no snow. No ice, except in my drink…and the nights do not require a jacket. Yet…. When you live at the coast, there is wind. Not always, but during the “winter” we do… Continue reading ~a winter coastal life~
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~
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