My journal of big words and pretty pictures
A catless writer is almost inconceivable. It's a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one cat; they make nests in the notes and bite the end of the pen and walk on the typewriter keys.” ~ Barbara Holland Crazy Cat Lady … Continue reading Cat lady
One thousand stories Truth and lies, laughter and tears Bled out through my pen With this haiku, I have published my 1000th post. I am particularly pleased, that three other century posts* were also haikus. On July 16, I passed my sixth year blogging. I sort of let it slide because, Thin spiral notebook, is … Continue reading 1,000 stories
It's a merciless life. Awake before the sun, working the earth until long after the sun sets. Turning the hard packed soil where rocks are more plentiful than crops, a back- and spirit-breaking effort that never ends. My field is my mind, my plough is my pen. I toil to cultivate a crop of words … Continue reading A fertile mind
Images inspire words
Email messages Social media comments Pen and paper lost As obsessive active as I am online with my imaginary-friends-who-live-in-my-computer, I still get all school-girl giddy whenever I get a real, handwritten note in my mailbox.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ~ Ernest Hemingway We aren’t the typical family. We don’t share familial blood reaching back generations, but we do suffer from a shared madness. Our family curse, non compos mentis, brings us together to chew over our afflictions, to … Continue reading Non compos mentis
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