Time, You Know…

Wow. It’s been a while since I posted on my blog. Longer than I realized. But I’ve been busy. Life stuff. Family stuff. Finding my way through it all. Finding me, in a way. And I’ve been writing, too. Skimmering around a bit from one project to the next. But writing. Sketching. Picking at my old guitar. So I’ve settled on one project in particular. Well, two really. Working on projects simultaneously is nice. When one project hangs up or begins to smell, and not in a good way, one can always turn to the other. But really, the process of writing for me has gone from a frenetic thing, a high energy thing, an I HAVE TO DO THIS AND I HAVE TO DO IT SO WELL thing, to hello, old friend. Let me sit a while with you. Let me be real. Let me listen.

It’s a process, right? Life’s a process. And time is a slippery beast.



Picture from fccshelbyville.org

Turning the Corner


Fall Song by Mary Oliver

Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,

the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back

from the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere

except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle

of unobservable mysteries – – -roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This

I try to remember when time’s measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn

flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay – – – how everything lives, shifting

from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures.

Room to Write

My new writing space is almost finished.  The wood below is black walnut for the bar countertop.  We will probably add railing on either side of the small set of stairs. Then it’s time to pick out bathroom fixtures and furniture.  I’m excited!  I think it turned out well.

But, checking my excitement here, I need to remind myself that a “room” won’t make the writing any easier or any better.  Like Stephen King said in On Writing, “Put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn’t in the middle of the room.  Life isn’t a support-system for art. It’s the other way around.”

Still, it will be nice to have my own space.


Well, the second semester of my masters program is coming to an end, and what a semester it has been.  I’ve learned so much, had so many moments of clarity and understanding.  The process of writing down your stories takes you on a fascinating journey full of peaks and valleys and darkness and light and all things in between.  It’s been incredible so far.  I’m looking forward to summer residency.

Right now, I’m finishing up.  Here’s a look at my messy, messy spread.

Delicious Autumn!

It’s gorgeous here today.  Clear and bright.  I’ve turned off the air and opened the windows and let in the cool northern breeze.  The pines are swaying out back, making soft swushing sounds.  There’s a quiet here, a slowing down as fall comes.   I love this time of year. 

Autumn – the year’s last, loveliest smile.  ~Willim Cullen Bryant