Things have been in flux since vacation with both visitors and business meetings.  I haven't gotten as much writing done as I would have liked because of that.  Time of one's own.  I have been getting small bits done on the ever growing short story.  Seems that time allowable is time spent.  My daughter's clarinet lessons have provided an hour of uninterrupted time, so bits are written.  I remember when my kids used to have speech class, the same thing happened.  An hour of time.  No distractions.  The thing is even when I have time, looming possible interruptions are interruptions.  Kinda like have a beeper that could go off anytime; it might not but the potential is there.  I never liked beepers.  The time needs to be non-interruptible time.  I know I should learn another process, but heh...time.

It should help when the kids get back to school, and I get back to my regular work schedule.  We shall see.  Plus writing group is going to start up again, and that is always inspiring. 

I wonder why the font is different here.  Maybe blogger changed again.

Have a great day.

Vicky

breaking silence, sweeping up the pieces will be difficult

One would never know it by my posting frequency, but I have been around. Except in about 3 hours we will be leaving on vacation. And I doubt the wilds of Ontario will have wifi.

Don't break the intartubes while I am gone, but if you do, definitely send me the links so I can catch up later.

Have a good one.

Journeys

Just got back from Vancouver, and I had a very splendid time.

As I was checking out my bloglines I happened upon a link to Jenny's Journey. A new blog requesting any info from anyone who knows anything about or has any experience with the symptoms this young girl is experiencing. I suggested they check out NORD, but thought posting the link here might be fruitful. I know that how words spread on the internet can be a beautiful thing, so please go and check it out. I know from experience that not knowing what is happening to your child is torture. So I am doing this to help them help her.

I will return to Lee's poetry very soon.

File under not fair at all

My god what some people have to bear. I had wondered why he hadn't posted in a while, and this is the update. I wish Reginald Shepherd the very best recovery possible.

Napo'ing

I'm in. May any gods or their minions, or even their minion's minions, that exist in any place in this universe or another, please help me this April.

Vicky

Impotent cranberries

Well that was disappointing. Half the joy of making cranberry sauce is listening for the pop when the cranberries explode into sauciness. They didn't. More like one or two little sighs. I want a pan full of popping cranberries!!

I noticed this year that the cranberries were smaller, not nearly as plump as previous years, but I didn't think it would be an issue. But just now, while cooking them with apple cider (trying something new), no poppage.

The pumpkin has cooked nicely, and is cooling. I will whiz it in the food processor shortly, and leave it to drain. I have found that drained pumpkin makes much smoother pies than those I haven't drained. I do fear that there mightn't be enough for one whole pie, so I might have to get some from last year's stock still in the freezer.

[I think Impotent Cranberries would be a great name for a band.]

Have a great day!

Idol chatter

I read a ton of blogs on Bloglines, but I totally forget to put them here. I promise I will try to remember from now on.

..promises, promises, do you remember the promises...

god stuff riffing forward, on vacation readings

This and this are lovely.

I won't label myself either because what I think I believe doesn't fit in either place. No surprise when speaking of religion. I don't know what is after, or more than this material world, but I have had experiences that speak to another place and that I can't deny. I don't know if the stories of the religions fit with what I believe but I do think they are attempts at describing this other. I was speaking to my niece today about this very subject, and she is at the point of discovering that stuff sometimes doesn't add up. But I don't think that denies that there is some other thing, power, word that isn't available to describe this thing we all seem to want to describe. I love that we each apply our lives to this discovery, and in that the world expands. Even if there is no other, the discussion about such reaffirms what we are anyway. And that is good.

Braiding that takes years

I just wrote the most broad outline for the rest of the story I am writing. I dare not yet call it a novel, bad karma or something. It is really bare, but I will trust that it will be filled in nicely as time, and my inspiration work together to help. I do trust that. Hey, it has been three years now, and it is still filling in. Like pie. LOL It doesn't have a strong ending yet either, many many threads to braid together so I am hopeful. >30K and counting. Or not counting.

One character, Reverend Tithe, seems to be forgotten. Maybe I should give him a gun or something. He will be useful as this moves along, giving solace and advice. I will put him to work soon, oooh, like Nabokov who called his characters galley slaves! That's the ticket! ::lashes whip::

Writing gives you a very powerful feeling. Surprising me, that.

Have a good one!

Where are you?

I love this!! There should be a world wide poetry map! How cool would that be to browse?

Adequacy

Ok, I just had a mini revelation. I don’t talk about it here much but our son died almost eight years ago. He was one of a set of twins. But that isn’t the revelation. I was just sitting on the closet floor (the box holding his stuff is too big to move and I noticed the silver cardboard of the box within) rereading some of the cards assorted friends and family sent us after he died. (Always send a card btw, they are helpful even years after.) What the revelation was and how it is related to my writing, is that several of the cards said, “…words are so inadequate”. And in a time like that they might feel like they are failing the event. They aren’t but that isn’t the revelation either. What the revelation was is that I really want my words that I write to not be inadequate. I think I want them to be the words that should be said. I know the reader may or may not have the experience I hope to achieve, heh, I have been on the internet enough to know that isn’t the case. I have been thinking about success in writing. Not financial, or anything like that, but the slow judgment of adequacy. I think my writing resumed after his death as a way to structure my thoughts. I want to be able to use words to pinpoint exactly what I want to say. Now about anything, but initially his/our situation. It is a honing in maybe, a microcosmic peering in at the macro. I think that is especially why poetry draws me now. I think success in poetry is success in that.

Anyway, that is the revelation. Please excuse the parenthetical abuse. Have a great day!

A tiny writerly moment

I have been updating the Seraphim story. Edit tight. Anyway, I was just waiting for the water for my tea to heat (never boil) and I looked out the kitchen window. In a flash, and was indeed that quick, I felt what I think it must feel like to be a writer¹. All of the time, not just in bits and snatches between other moments like the spaces between the tea leaves.² It was a combination of the scent of the tea, the fallen snow outside, my warm sweatshirt and knitted fingerless gloves all felt while contemplating a story so far entitled The World is White. It passed, and I poured the water over the tea leaves and I came down here to capture the moment.

¹ I have never felt this before, in a setting situation rather than while typing - hopefully. I do type hopefully.
² Yes I know I have drained this metaphor dry in both poems and posts, but it is one I really like.

Flutter

Happy New Year.

This newest short story I am writing hasn't been posted any where yet because I am liking it more and more and want to make it better. I think it is getting better. Well, I hope so anyway. Who knew I had a thing for fallen (6 winged) angels? Well, don't answer that, but these two are only getting more interesting as I tighten it. A part of me thinks it is sheer and utter crap, but another part of me is impressed. I want the former to become the latter, therefore the editing. And they both have nice hands.

I am waiting for steak pie to go into the oven, so I am contemplating feathers becoming quills becoming...oooh, a spoiler.

Have a great evening.

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I think I have tagging now. ::tries::