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Category: Musing
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Seven-League Boots
The problem isn’t that I don’t have the time, some days. It’s that I don’t have the focus. I can write – I sat down and pounded out the 600 words on Mother’s Little Helper last night in about thirty minutes after griping at the First Reader about how I didn’t want to write something…
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Wubbuda
The sound you make when you hit the wall. I’m trying not to wear myself out. Trying really hard. It’s just there are a lot of moving parts and I seem to be getting less sleep even though I’m lying down obediently at bedtime and getting up… ok, last couple of mornings I was already…
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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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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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Certainty
I’m sitting here quietly. I’ve written the Mad Genius post, my dear husband brought me coffee, but the apartment is mostly dark still. The laptop is warm on my legs, and honestly I just am not yet ready for lights, action, cooking… I’m working on learning how to relax. This is a good season of…
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Empty
Emotions leave behind a tide-scoured flat of nothingness in their wake. The ultimate judgment, to stand before the Maker, stripped of all but truth. That moment comes to us all, and some… some will be driven to an unthinkable anguish when they have to face their lives unable to veil themselves against the unwavering glare…
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Tethered
Was thinking about this the other night. I ran out on a little trip by myself. Now, since the First Reader joined me in Texas, we’ve been going everywhere together if at all possible. Walking hand-in-hand over to the mailbox. Driving to the grocery, even if it’s curbside pickup… we were apart for too long…
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The Wrong Way
I was accosted by a panhandler today while shopping. I’ve not had this particular experience before today, being confronted while inside a store – the man walked up, asked if he could ask me a question, and launched into his spiel. I have to give him this, he did a few things right: as a…
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One Meatball
I should be prepping for tonight’s livestream, but frankly I’m run dry on ideas. Which is a little strange because usually I’m full of them. Right up until I sit down to write, that is. I sat here for the last ten minutes messing around with an art program trying to come up with something…
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Pay Attention
It stands to reason, that if someone doesn’t look like they are doing something, they aren’t, and can be spoken to at will. This is the reason for the current dearth of philosophers. That, and cute cat videos on the internet. Without boredom, can there be true creativity? Without silence, deep thought? Where can there…
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At the Age of 40
The other day was a special anniversary for me. It’s the day I took the last exam of my Bachelor’s of Science program. A few days later, I walked across a stage and was handed an empty (if impressive) folder. A few weeks after that, the most expensive piece of paper I’ve ever owned showed…
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Face the Future Storms
The cat, for some strange reason known only to herself, is in the bathtub. It’s not for water – the tub should be dry from last night, and although Texas apartments have this weird feature where the AC drains into the tub, the AC isn’t running and won’t be for a while. I have no…