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


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

A New Season

There’s a touch of fall in the air.  I could feel it the other morning when I went outside to feed TC, our barn cat.  A crisp coolness from the ground up.  I love this time of year.

My writing has taken a back seat to school for the past few weeks.  As always, starting a new year is mind-bendingly busy.  But the story’s there, simmering, waiting for me.  Now I think I’m ready to get back to it.  Only a few more scenes to finish, and I can start revising.  Can’t wait for that.  This draft will end up at around 50K words, which may be a bit long for a MG, but I know I’ll lose some in revision.  Onward!

Here’s a pic of TC.   When we first met her, she’d come by our barn to say hello, hang around for a while, then disappear.  My husband and I were always asking, “Have you seen that cat?”   So, when she decided to stay, we gave her a name – TC (that cat).