Cedar Writes

Tag: Dreaming

  • Pickle Beer

    Pickle Beer

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    When the Sour Pickle Beer tastes light and refreshing, you might have overdone it in the garden. I don’t drink these often – they don’t taste like beer, for the curious. They taste like pickle juice with some fizz, and I only have one when I’m dripping sweat and need to replace electrolytes. I wasn’t…

  • Castles in the Air

    Castles in the Air

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    I’ve written before about stolen moments. I take time from myself, for myself. The problem I have is that unless I stop and think about it, I feel guilty about doing this. It’s not that I’m taking the time to exercise, to write, to create art. It’s that unless I make myself analyze what I’m…

  • Artfully: Day 21

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    I’m sitting on the floor in the SEA-TAC airport. I’m listening to a father tell his children a story, and then I recognized it as being SF… how wonderful. My art options are limited. I have the pentablet with me, but not a good place to work with it… so I altered an older photo.…

  • Ends and Pieces

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    Let’s see… I finished formatting and playing with the files for The God’s Wolfling last night, late… I should know better than to delve into a project that late at night, it took me forever to relax and fall asleep. But! I’m all ready for launch date, now I just need to think about marketing…

  • Beautiful America: Looking Up

    Beautiful America: Looking Up

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    We don’t spend enough time with our head in the clouds. Or the stars, or simply that indescribably play of colors as our star rises and sets on our flat earth where we stolidly plod onward through our daily toil. I read and write a lot of science fiction, and even I don’t take the…