My journal of big words and pretty pictures
More of Andrew's story... A handful of breadcrumbs cast in the air brought a screech of gulls swooping down on the jetty. The birds always congregated on the narrow finger of shells and sand that jutted out into the bay feasting on mussels and tiny hermit crabs, and scraps from tourists and fishermen. Nori zipped … Continue reading Wayward gulls
It's that time of year. The month of November has been the catalyst for many writers to hunker down and finally write that Great American Novel. Yeah, that's not going to happen here. I am attempting the November NaBloPoMo, but not the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). I've done the novel writing thing a few … Continue reading 30 days hath November
Summer beach time... warm, soft sand; hot, lulling sunshine; cool, ocean breezes; invigorating, saltwater; good food; good drinks; great friends; fun conversations; naps... the best kind of Sunday.
Some evenings when I am gifted with a brilliant end to my day, I can almost hear the sun sinking into the ocean with a muted hiss, or perhaps more of an 'ahhhh...' Like slipping into a warm tub, to soak away worries and stress. Alone on the beach, sharing the spectacle with only the … Continue reading Ebb and flow
“I'm not a teacher: only a fellow-traveller of whom you asked the way. I pointed ahead - ahead of myself as well as you.” ~ George Bernard Shaw
Itsy was in trouble… again. Sitting in the academy headmaster’s outer office, she kept dodging the disapproving glare of Miss Muffet. Rumor had it that the old crone had been a fixture of the private school since the reign of Old King Cole. Shifting on the tattered tuffet, Itsy was sure that the uncomfortable seating … Continue reading Writing is on the web
Thin spiral notebook 