1. The formica table which sat below the window that was far too high on the wall. Or maybe I was so much shorter, and it seemed abnormally high to me. The table was always full of projects, papers, coupons, and bowls. The deseeding of figs for her sister, the coupons to give away. There was nothing particularly special or beautiful about the white and black table, but I remember how we sat in the battered chairs and discussed many…
I stand in the middle of the crowd and know what people think as they stare at me. They see me smile as I give them my full attention. I listen and nod while they share their woes and troubles. I offer sympathy without judgment, and an encouraging word where I can. They stare into my eyes, which I presume are gray or brown or whatever color they were when I was born. It’s hard to remember, because I haven’t…
NaNoWriMo is only two weeks away as I write this, and I’m working on my November writing goals. I’m a planner by nature. Sometimes I become a little too obsessed with the plan, and I have to remind myself it’s just a tool to help me remember all the things I’m supposed to tackle in a day. I mentioned my main project would be a retelling of the Nativity in a modern day setting. Of course, this means it will…
Happy PrepTober! I shall resist throwing confetti this month, because I don’t have any in the vibrant autumn colors. Silly, I know, but I’m one of those crazy people who loves the “ber” months, and enjoys seeing their splendid colors. Did you get all your scaffolding erected in September? I did not. Yep, you heard that correctly; I did not. I spent a great deal of time working through copious edits in a manuscript. My goal was to finish those…