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Author: Cedar Sanderson
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Ready to go Home
Yesterday I didn’t procrastinate my morning away. This morning, I’m thanking my past self for her consideration. The kitchen is clean, the living area is tidy, and last night I collapsed into a made bed. I do need to run a load of laundry, but it’s not pressing. I’m free to relax. Which is what…
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Mutter of Writer
I’m engaging in a bit of procrastination this morning. I really ought to be cleaning the kitchen. Most of our day will be out of pocket – going to see the house for the first time, dinner with friends, several hours of driving – so I have about, um, four hours to write, make art,…
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Open Call: Hunting Anthology
The idea has been batted around for a year now: an anthology of hunting tales. Objections have been raised. Hunting stories are, by their very nature, meant to be performative. Alcohol is frequently involved. Fiction is at the edges of all of them, intended or not. Since they are usually spoken, they run short –…
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Betwixt and Between
That’s where life is right now. There’s a big transition in the works, but I’m neither there, nor fully here at this point. This seems to be a theme through my work. I’m working on illustrations for another collaboration with Lawdog, and it seems to be progressing very slowly. Still, in time we’ll have AstroLizards…
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Odd Prompts: Chloe Snip
Another snippet of the work in progress, as I revisit Belleview and it’s highly unusual inhabitants. *** Several hours later, Chloe stepped out of the last bus, and walked up the sidewalk alongside the high wall of Belleview. She stopped and looked up at it, painted in the warm orange of the setting sun behind…
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Pick a topic
This weekend I talked with Peter Grant (of Bayou Renaissance Man) about the blogging. I’m struggling, as my regular readers will have noticed, to stay with a routine here. Some of it, as I told Peter, is that I’m not sure what topics to address. I know I don’t want to do politics. Years ago,…
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Remember the Alamo
Written by the inimitable Lawdog 2200 hours, D-1, one hundred and seventy-seven years ago General Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna ordered that the artillery barrage which had fallen upon the Alamo Mission near San Antonio de Bexar for twelve days be halted. As he suspected, the exhausted defenders soon fell into a deep sleep, for…
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Buckle Up Buttercup
This last period of my life has been a rollercoaster. From being told just about six weeks ago to anticipate being unemployed in a month with my company closing, to landing a new job yesterday. You may have heard the ‘bing!’ of my being told I should feel free to move about the country. That…
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Art Tools
See, I have a deal with myself. We have always had a pretty small budget for indulgences here. Kids, school, house, life happens… you know the drill. So for me to have money for my hobby, I make it autonomous. Art money buys art tools. So! My new cleaver, having been bought with art monies,…
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Odd Prompts: Shortly
This is going to be an exercise in writing very short. I have a deadline coming, and this won’t fit. *** “Cor blimey.” The grimy little face wasn’t visible, but she could picture it streaked with mud already, despite the early hour. Under the layer of mud would be the too-pale skin of her young…
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Dreaming
The First Reader and I have been building castles in the air. They look more like low brick ranch houses, but that’s just because it’s his beau-ideal of a home. We will, soon, be ready to house hunt, in the meantime we are dreaming, making lists, and plotting for the next step towards having…
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Odd Prompts: Warmup
“Tell me about spring.” He nestled close to her, his eyes heavy, his body too warm. She tucked the blanket around him and accepted the snuggle. It was hard for the littles. They didn’t understand so many things. Sick was one of them. Spring was another. “Once upon a time…” She began. He looked up…