In the distant wilderness, far from the human race, there are experiences to be had and, whether you think you are alone or not, shared. Live life while you can. Write about your experiences later. This post inspired by the Daily Post prompt: distant Advertisements Continue reading Before the Breathing Air is Gone
Once upon a time, on a warm afternoon in July, Christobel crept to Ka-trickle Creek. On faeries she would spy! Softly she snuck to the waters edge, and in the quiet by and by, two little people who were very sweet wandered over … Continue reading Christobel
We moved onto a five-acre forest back in the summer of ’88. We had an ax, a shovel, a saw, a tent, and two 55-gallon barrels we’d use for our water. It was mid-July when we spent our first night there. As we sat around the campfire, hundreds of eyes glowed within the shadows of surrounding trees. I was reminded of the movie Snow White when she is running through the woods in the dark, spooked by all those eyes who, in the light of morning, turned out to be the friendly creatures of the forest, curious about her. Which … Continue reading To All, to Each
Is your mind unmoored and adrift, frantically splashing around in a sea full of unformed ideas with no life preserver and the only buoy in sight wears a hanging sign that rocks the words “Writer’s Block?” Fear not. I’m here, a wordmaid supported by prepositional fins, to help you float your imagination to that wonderful land, the Land of Word-filled Pages. For a writer with almost no academic credentials, I have something to say about writer’s block, something I was taught in the seventh grade. It has always worked well for me, and I’m amazed that I have not, as of this moment, at the … Continue reading Proposition for Prepositions
It was Mother’s Day and time for the youngest grandchild to descend the path and touch his reflection within the gently trickling waters of the special place I take every grandchild to on their very first “hike” with me. Years before, another: And so it goes. It might not be the Blarney Stone, but it is a right of passage. Silly, nutty Grandma! It’s’ what I do. This post was triggered by The Daily Post: Descend Continue reading A New Generation Descends Upon
Hello all, I’ve completed two different Blog Calendar/Planners. To date (5/20/17,) only the “Mushroom Man” is posted on Etsy.com under the shop name “Salish Mist.” I really have to figure out my photography for products posted online. I developed this calendar/planner for bloggers who desire to write an average of three posts per week, memoirists’, and freelancers who, when submitting their works to periodicals, need to stay six to nine months ahead of the game. It’s my hope every writer can benefit from it. Included within these planners are: • June 2017-December 2018: 18 month (+) planning • Dates of interest for … Continue reading Blog Calendar/Planner
This post is in regards to the Daily Prompt: Acceptance, while knowing I will fight. Hello readers, It’s been a while since I wrote anything anywhere because my eyeballs hurt. After finishing up a book for a client I finally went to see the eye doctor and not only has my prescription (for glasses) changed, my optic nerve disintegrated over these last twelve months in the same way that someone’s would if they had experienced a recent hard blow to the back of the head, which I most certainly did not. (Although my eye-pressure is pretty normal.) New glasses came in and, … Continue reading What if I go blind?