Tag Archive: write

Books. But also, spilt milk

Where to even begin? Let’s start with all the books. All of them. Because that’s what I’ve been doing since I last posted. Reading and reading and reading. In between books, somehow my… Continue reading

Classic investigation

I’ve been dabbling in the classics lately… Dabbling, when I imagine what that word would look like as a sketch, is a lot like toes in a koi pond. Don’t you think? How… Continue reading

Dreaming

With increasing frequency, I have been dreaming of books. And I am blaming it all on Laura Ingalls Wilder. She celebrated a birthday last week and since then I haven’t been able to… Continue reading

Tyger

Tiger tiger, burning bright In my closet while I write. Will I share you with the world Or keep you hidden from its might? In closets deep and skies so fair I catch… Continue reading

Aratus

“Mother. Seriously. Why. WHY.” I muttered under my breath as I stepped over the tree-root cracked pavement It was a whole morning ritual for me. If the blame was deflected, it made it… Continue reading

The Event.

So a few weeks ago, there was An Event. In my house. On my stairs. Sounds dramatic, right? Well, it was. I almost DIED. (This may be a slight exaggeration) After one of… Continue reading

Focal point

I need to write a book. I just finished a book that made me want to write one of my one. The story was intriguing. The plot left me anticipating the final book.… Continue reading

Small moments

Calm of sorts, Wide wide eyes Sweat, stress, tight. Breathing. My internal mind becomes tightly focused. I pretend. And I am good at it. I bet you didn’t know that I was this… Continue reading

Sidetrack: Rage

Sometimes it’s hard to know where to start, don’t you think? Sometimes even though you don’t know where to start, you still don’t know where to start. And just to sidetrack for a… Continue reading

Interruption.

It’s raining here, which always gives me time to think. Florida rains like Mexico does, warm and personal and mostly unexpected. But welcome at the same time. I feel like I, personally, needed… Continue reading

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