Happy New Year!

The warm space Girlie fills breathing in my space her nose on my lips arms clutching under my arm as if the next cushion over is too far away. She rubs my chin, "Sweedy pie!"

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Hiding in words

As a beta reader I look for discrepancies character flaws, messy edits of scenes. I get to read chapter by chapter giving an opinion about the progress of the tale. Sometimes I have to re-read the previous novel if something feels off My author likes nit picky comments. My attention to detail is finally useful.…

Transitions

Getting ahead seems like an impossibility when tripped up by pain, most foul, smile I laugh in the face of discomfort There is no position to ease the fire in my back. On futon, on mattress, on couch, on floor, on mat, on carpet, no more no more. I've a sleeping cat on my thighs…

Snow pants

in the frozen northern Ohio December I remember blizzards of winters past Digging tunnels through my back yard with my brothers shoveling driveways with my boys only to need to shovel again at our studio Frozen gloves, crunchy scarves, frosted glasses shovels, snowblowers, lawn tractor plows snow squalls, flurries and ice barriers made by state…

So I spent November

So I spent November aiding sick people, I know them well - my children Of course it started with preparations for the holiday then a visit from my Eldest Surly Reverie who was feverish and phlegmy (Yeah, that is a word) I forgot to mention My Bear's father (I guess I should call him Senior…

October Update

By working at an art festival, I managed to figure some things out. The first thing primarily being that I don't need as much space as I thought I'd need to create a working studio. What I do need however is a real table. My existing table is on its last leg (ba-dum-dump!) so, the…

I can want

Sure, I can want my children to be brilliant and given accolades for their accomplishments. My reality is that I'm struggling to keep them all out of trouble. My Eldest Surly Reverie is floating just above the waves while treading water. Thank God he can swim. Thanking the third grade program that taught all the…

So the festival is over

No, not a metaphorical festival of life, but a real art festival. Three days of O MY GOSH artwork all day long. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! There were downsides and upsides more smiles and laughs than frowns. Now, I have to unpack and get back to some semblance of a schedule. Thursday I was greeted with a hug…

My wish has been granted…

I'm trapped in the Cinderella generation I've got Snow White syndrome with a side of Barbie envy. I'm waiting for my fairy godmother to arrive when I am down upwind of a cougar waiting for my knight in shining armor downwind of a bear waiting for Prince Charming No help in sight. I'll have to…