The questions never stop Can I teach again? Should I try it? Am I just giving up? The best days are the worst The doubts eat me alive Two years I've pretended Waiting to get busted Who gets to call themselves a writer? Not me. And yet, the shift has happened The genes have shifted… Continue reading A new career – finally believing
I've started a new project and I'm fighting the seat of my pants that wants to take off and just get on with writing, and am madly prepping and outlining in anticipation of Camp NaNoWriMo in April. Last July and November, I was working on a project about chronic, invisible illness for the writing challenge.… Continue reading Camp NaNoWriMo Prep
Spring Tiptoe through the tulips Cavort among the crocuses Nimble amid the narcissus The colors of the world are changing, day by day The bleak grey of winter Snaps at the flowers in the night But the sun welcomes and warms them each morning Heralding Spring to come, day by day 50 words “The colors… Continue reading 50 Word Thursday #6 – Spring
I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar It's a bird... it's a plane...it's a... tub on my front lawn. I should have sat in it. It didn't take long to rip out the old slime tub.… Continue reading Bathroom Renovation Part 2: It’s a Bathtub?
Maybe I needed to learn to stay more alert when traveling in a foreign country” – Lisa Bullard, Turn Left at the Cow. Gringa The urchin scampered up as I parked the van. Huge eyes shone out under his mop of hair. When I popped the sliding door, he broke into a smile. Irresistible. I… Continue reading 50 Word Thursdays #4 – Gringa