Ah, the hats we wear! I came back from our trip all fired up to begin the final revisions before a (as yet undetermined but imminent) deadline with a copyeditor. Before leaving home, I had sent out the remaining 80 pages (minus the epilogue) to my critique group. On my return, the first person toContinue reading “Notes from a harried writer”
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Breaking out of a Mold
In aging, there’s a tendency for one’s life to become humdrum, every day the same. And that’s all wrong! The last thing we want or need is for one day to duplicate the previous, stretching back and back ad nauseam. It sure messes with my memory when I can’t remember something because it’s exactly whatContinue reading “Breaking out of a Mold”
Life—It’s all about the little things
Yes, I advise myself to stay calm. To breathe. To relax. But none of these are helpful when my real problem is feeling ignored and helpless. In fact, for the first time since the switch to daylight savings, I got up early to join my coffee group to find real people to complain to. MyContinue reading “Life—It’s all about the little things”
Forward
Seeds are getting motivated. Indoors, marigolds are an inch high, and basil and thyme have begun producing little specks of green. Outside, both bachelor buttons and spinach are sprouting—though there is also a chance of weeds. For the third week in a row, Sophie and I have enjoyed a Sunday stroll, where she rides andContinue reading “Forward”
Seeds and Sophie.
These two topics have nothing in common except their alliteration. Seeds were duly planted on the first of February: spinach and bachelors buttons in the earth box. I do hope the seeds are compatible. I also potted indoors: thyme, basil, snapdragons, tomatoes, marigolds, and coleus. The following day I bought and added eggplant seeds. Wow!Continue reading “Seeds and Sophie. “
Winter is icumen in
to paraphrase an old song, but there are no cuckoos to loudly sing in this cold season. And yet, I bought a frost cover for my as-yet-unplanted Earth box. I’m waiting for a warm, encouraging day to put out a few experimental seeds. Sophie’s wonderful groomer retired, putting me in charge of her baths. She’sContinue reading “Winter is icumen in”
Awakenings
The Texas Red Oak in my front yard clings to its leaves long after other trees stand bare. Lately, those leaves have appeared on the back patio. Somehow the wind plucks them, carries them over the house and dumps the load. I’ll sweep up one batch, and if there’s a wind, a new, neatly sculptedContinue reading “Awakenings”
Christmas bloom
I still have ups and downs. At times I bury myself in reading fiction and don’t emerge until finished—or until Sophie needs a meal or outing. But all in all, we are both thriving in this emptier house. Last spring I planted geraniums in the porch planter. They were very unhappy all summer. Too hot.Continue reading “Christmas bloom”
When halted midstream—
or Out of the doldrums and into the current of life. I haven’t arrived yet. I’m still chasing after that completed first draft of Quantum Quest. But I did find a way to make some headway in my upstream struggle. Over the years, I’ve tried many methods when stalled on writing a book. They allContinue reading “When halted midstream—”
Playing catch-up
Sophie is well. She did stop eating grass and—aside from being unwilling to take evening walks in this heat—is doing okay. She’s none the worse for the spider (or whatever) bite she suffered, and eager for her morning walks in the coolest part of the day. The ground squirrel strikes again. My hopeful Armenian cucumberContinue reading “Playing catch-up”
Kate Harrington 