I have a lot of pages in the notes app on my iPhone. Here are just a few things I found today while looking for a specific bit of info. Enjoy. "We live in time, and through it, we build our huts in its ruin, or used to, and we cannot afford all these abandonings." — The Angle of Repose, Wallace Stegner
Something in the air shifts, and I lie down with the cows before the rain arrives. It isn’t barometric.
Z has given us an assignment; a prompt for writing. What's good for you, and why†. I've been trying to find a way to frame it, find an angle, but I think a list will do. A practical approach against missing a deadline*. The players: Creating, Reading, Writing, Moving, Listening, Traveling, Observing, Editing. Whys after the jump.
Coming through the window— BBQ, coal fires, wood fires. And in the sky's dome, the incandescent moon, waxing. A reflection of infinity can fit on the rim of a teacup.
I still rather like this one; Probably could use more editing, but that's generally the case. In places more frequented by stars Night is a vast and velvet thing- An arcing mass, abyss from which the wisps of dreams are rent or born — to which their unreckoned ellipses return at first light or break of… Continue reading An old bit of writing, again.
Handsome Red Late night at the farm; window open upstairs and a squeaking distant sound of coyotes through the cricket-song. Tig hears them too. They seek the feral cats that live around here (dinner). The new kitten, Piwaket, was one of same; a runt or cast-off, living on her own and scrappy as hell; my… Continue reading Writing steadies me, as does the farm
"this blog used to be a phantom organ i grew for survival during a hard time a few years ago and a constellation grew around it or i fell into its communal chaos, something, but now it's all obscured, dispersed, half-kaput. oh well oh well oh well." —from [a previous incarnation of] Bett's Blog She makes… Continue reading borrowed—
Strange and endless dreams early this morning—cross-pollination of recent work and a Netflix binge. I was designing an image program / slideshow that was, in its entirety, regarding serial killers— when young, where lived, etc. Gruesome (both the content and the schedule), wake-in-a-sweat stuff. Why must I work in my sleep? Not RESTFUL! Followed by… Continue reading Sleep, memory
A map for a thing, utterly unrelated but pretty; based on a lovely from 'Surveying the Shore'. More on that project later... Yes, folks, I'm doing it again. NaNoWriMo has officially begun, and even (at this late, late hour) embarked upon its second *official* day. My word count stands, currently, at 1,899-- a whopping 232… Continue reading National Novel Writing Month has begun!
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