I was a little aimless this weekend. I needed to get out of the house, but never found my true north and ended up simply driving around instead of deciding on where to go for my photo hike. I did several 'pull over suddenly' photo opps though, yet fortunately didn't end up a traffic statistic. … Continue reading Weekend drive
A new day dawning
Just as the morning sun set the sky ablaze, he would kindle a spark in her heart. She’d melt at the sight of the sunrise, he knew she would. She’d fall in love with him as easily as he fell for her. She’d see he did everything for her, for them. She’d understand the extremes … Continue reading A new day dawning
Opening a vein
The voices in my head, pounding against my skull, jockey with each other to break free. Relentless in their onslaught, I can only quiet them by surrendering, bleeding them out through my pen. For this weekend's Trifextra, challenge... "in honor of (National Novel Writing Month and) all of the writers throwing rationality (and perhaps sanity) to … Continue reading Opening a vein
Fly like an eagle
Animals play an significant part in Celtic mythology. The raven is often seen as harbingers of war and death. In Irish folklore, Warrior Goddess Morrighan would take the shape of a raven, and mete out who would be triumphant on the field of battle, and who would be carried off on his shield. Eagles, associated … Continue reading Fly like an eagle
Passing notes
Looking out the window of her flat, Pauley wiped at the rime spiderwebbing across the glass. Steam rose from the radiator under the sill, melting ice from the bottom panes. Pauley shrugged off her jacket, switching hands so she could still stare at the postcard from Vivian. A life in The Family made sudden name … Continue reading Passing notes
Same song, different verse
For the past two years, each November, I've done this thing called National Novel Writing Month. I've managed to bleed out 50,000-plus words in 30 days on each attempt, and hope to do it again this year. The first year I didn't have any idea what I was writing until that first day. The story, … Continue reading Same song, different verse
Thin spiral notebook 