My mind has been breaking off into different directions this week and I couldn’t settle down into one specific subject to post. So this will be a mashup of thoughts and links.
Tag Archives: Favorite Stuff
Let the Revision Begin!
Conventional writerly wisdom says one should wait weeks or even (gasp!) months between finishing a first draft and starting revisions. But, dammit, I couldn’t wait that long.
Yes, Prrrrecious, I’m back….
Life Stories: Family
For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved listening to people tell life stories. Sometimes it’s just one-on-one and other times it’s gathered around the dinner table, living room, bonfire, whatever.
For many people, exposure to life stories first begins in their own families.
Growing up, I had two very different exposures to this.
More From My Garden
Wanna know something funny?
I am a gardener.
I have allergies.
So, I plant all kinds of beautiful flowers and then have to medicate myself all summer long.
Anybody have a tissue? I feel a sneeze coming on…
This Season of Snow and Light
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The first few appearances of snow and the myriad forms of light that mark this time of year effect me deeply. I suspect it’s partly because of childhood memories and partly the need to “step away” and find moments of sanity during the craziness of this holiday season…
Calling All Creatures, Part Deux
Last night, Halloween, was cold, cold, cold – we even had snow! However, the show must go on and so did our Yard Haunt 2010.
Calling All Creatures of the Night
After a month of planning, decorating, and stashing of unsightly, everyday stuff, I bring you, as promised, photos of:
The Carmel Haunted Halloween Soiree
A Few of My Favorite Things
Periodically, I find myself giving in to one of those crazy human peculiarities to complain. About my hair. About my kids. About my weight. About the fact that the world seems to be going to Hell in a handbasket. You know, that sort of thing.
It used to be I really didn’t notice when I was getting on one of these kicks. My husband was the one who finally woke me up to the fact that I was pretty miserable to those around me during one of my “moods.” Guess what? Now I have a teenage daughter and the tables have turned. (Mom, if you read this, let me just tell you now: I’m incredibly, deeply sorry.)
It may seem simplistic and trite, but I have a couple things I’ve started doing to jolly myself out of ”the mean reds.” I either think about folks who have it way worse than me (such as children with life-threatening diseases or the poor people in the fishing industry in the Gulf of Mexico) or think about or do something I love. Today, I prefer to dwell on the latter.
Now if only I could get my teenager to understand this….
