is probably that there is none, maybe. is all a mixture, some feel important, others may seem like minor details, yet part of that whole, that make us, makes a life. a small life maybe, yet some of those things will be remembered. sbm.
Month: January 2015
Inner Geek: Be True to You
I need a favor. It will only take about ten minutes of your time, and I promise there’s something awesome in it for you. Before we go on, I need you to ponder two questions. First, do you want to be successful? Second, do you want to be inspired—today, right now? (more…)
. writing .
have spent three days handwriting, neatly. it gets on my nerves that it is so tidy, repetitive, that i never did achieve the badge at school for such a skill. words a bother too, always gentle, no grit really, no filth, or dastardly deeds. i spent three days writing, one eye closed,…
Back to Plein Air Painting
See Stevens’s paintings in Vol II. #12 of The Woven Tale Press
Organizing the Memoir
By Lee Martin of http://leemartinauthor.com Were you feeling a little disorganized around the holidays? Imagine the way writers of memoirs must feel when faced with the task of giving shape and structure to the experiences that they’re trying to render on the page. I’ve had a request to talk about such things, so here goes. When writing…
. speck .
is there some thing in your eye, did you see it properly or maybe it is in the mind. yesterday came suddenly. some of us weren’t talking, then we did, yet some still don’t. is this boring? this is the stuff of life today, random, when life is soft, nothing precious to worry…
Lessons of an Independent Author: The Power of Publicity
{Originally published at lisaakramer.com} I won’t deny it. I had this fantasy that I would wake up sometime during the month of December to discover that I had become an overnight best-selling author sensation. Of course that is pure fantasy in a world where hundreds of thousands of new books are published daily; the chances…
. the code .
in the cold, frozen, the code will not work, nor will the counting with interuptions, all things moved about. there is a discount, on top the discount, so a discussion ensued on buttons, roman costumes, whether egyptians used starch back then. my mother did, mixed it, dissolved the lumps in a bowl ready.…
. shopping spree .
it is a new store,the chapel architecture restored. i remember the day they cleaned the stone, noisy. i was opposite with cofffee, trying to chat. he did not seem to notice the interruption. they have candles, subtle shades, non drip, yet have sold out of ragged ribbon, a big disappointment. i commented on…
. hopping .
went yesterday, there were floods by the cob, seems the sheep were safe. quiet in the stores, people still stuiffed, including me, aren’t we lucky, fortunate in our lot. saw the lad from the theatre, had a hug. the next store, just round the corner sparrows outside bathing in puddles. bought our sticks, some ribbon…
. moving the pictures .
after twenty years, the backs need dusting, the new one to be hung. it is a little drawing, done with conentration and love. we drive the valley, a new venue, visit the pictures, there is no reduction for being old, so we choose the best seats. new years day. sbm.