Last week, I made a minor breakthrough toward finishing my sci-fi trilogy. The following day, I continued that trend. Then two, three days went by—busy days—with no progress. On Sunday, I made a promise to myself. Just for this week, I will set my timer for 15 minutes and I will write. I began thatContinue reading “Small Steps”
Category Archives: writing
On Seeing
On seeing the literal—I got used to being farsighted after the cataract surgery, except for anything up close, like fingernail care and reading and jigsaw puzzles. Finally freed to visit my optometrist, I now have progressive lenses—something new for this previously trifocal user. Some of the time the progressive lenses work well. However, the jigsawContinue reading “On Seeing”
Batteries
My internal batteries got messed up, and I’ve missed two blog deadlines. Messed up from what? you might ask. From Changes, I think. Change in seeing: I completed the three weeks of eyedrops after cataract surgery and I’m still adjusting to taking OFF glasses to see the world. Change in company—come and gone. Such aContinue reading “Batteries”
The art of not being noticed
Once upon a time, a black plastic bag lodged in the corner of a yard. At some point, a gust of wind inflated it, so that it appeared to be a black balloon. A neighbor walked by and noticed this round black bag behind a chain link fence. She wondered how long the bag wouldContinue reading “The art of not being noticed”
Changes
In the space of a week—the first week of spring—we woke to the beautiful results of a gentle snowstorm coating all trees and lawns. But by the end of that week our thermometers reached 82 degrees. It’s very early in the year for Sophie to be too hot—but she is. She has begun refusing herContinue reading “Changes”
In Praise of Play
One time when in the middle of writing a novel, I got stuck. I didn’t know how I was going to proceed. And with a full-time job, I had only a half-hour in the mornings to write. My solution was to put a calligraphy class to use by filling a small notebook with italic handwriting.Continue reading “In Praise of Play”
Life as an Introvert
Connections For me, living as an introvert (recently described as an extreme introvert) means my contacts with people are even more—not less—important. I discovered in my librarian days that continual contact with the public was too much, and that no contact was far too little. Which is why, in retirement, I enjoy my peaceful writingContinue reading “Life as an Introvert”
Stepping Out
When ground squirrels ate up my garden last summer, I began filling two water containers. Since the squirrels continued eating squash leaves and other sprouts, I realized they weren’t eating for moisture alone. However, the water containers did attract birds and so I continued. This fall after we stored the patio umbrella, I placed aContinue reading “Stepping Out”
Kate Harrington 