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.
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~
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.
If we were having coffee~ Today, as we sit underneath the umbrella by the sea..it is raining lightly and we both have donned our sweaters. The sky is illuminated this morning, even as a storm brews to the south. It is, after all, the start of our rainy season here in Florida. How has your… Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee~
It is with great sadness that I must inform the world, I am unable to partake in this lovely staple for the next several weeks. Bummer. Whine. Pout.I am deprived. For my own sake, and that of those who come near, I must focus upon the fresh vegetables and fruits of the season with all… Continue reading Deprive~
If we were having coffee, I would introduce myself first. Hopefully, without fumbling an embarrassing beginning. You see, I am one of those shy, introvert types that does not often seek out others. Not on purpose. Usually. This has caused problems in my life, I suppose. Although, traveling for the chairlift (ski)-building company while raising… Continue reading If we were having coffee on a summer eve~
Writing has been my passion since I was in the first grade, which is nothing quite unusual. Many writers say this, or something quite similar. I can’t speak for them, but the dance of thought to words is painfully exhilarating…..and addictive…for me. Not quite the same when it comes to gardens. I grew up in… Continue reading A writer’s cottage garden~
If we were having coffee, I would have to apologize. The shop is closed, after all…it is past 10 pm for cryingoutloud. We would settle on my screened front porch with DECAF…and perhaps have it over ice (it is still hot outside…and the house is unbearably stuffy). Then, I would ask you a rather curious question.… Continue reading If we were having Coffee~
Mornings in the summer….can there be anything better? oh, wait…perhaps, evenings in the summer might have to be considered in equal measure. Here in my part of the Rockies, we are finally seeing high 80’s in our days, still often with a storm in the afternoon. It is a perfect arrangement for me. BECAUSE, this… Continue reading Mornings on the Porch~
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