I just found this site tonight. He's very talented. http://www.incidentalcomics.com/2013/03/how-to-make-write.html
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Monday, June 16, 2014
Brain drain
Wish I had more time,
to spend here writing stories.
Sadly, laundry calls.
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p.s. thanks to everyone who is checking in here. I do see your stats and I appreciate your interest and support (and feel a little guilty for the lack of output - I was premature in creating this blog I think...). Life feels rather overwhelming right now and time for myself is scarce to non-existent. It's not overwhelming in a bad way but I am struggling to create space for taking care of myself right now. Hopefully little pockets of space will start to open up but in general, my kids go from 6am-9pm. There are no naps or actual "down time" during our days. Evenings are filled with errands. After 9pm I fit in house cleaning/chores - mainly to prepare for feeding and clothing my children and looking after my neighbour's boys. Then I watch a tv show, too exhausted to do anything creative or healthy. Then I go to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat. I love my life. I'm not complaining. not really. Just explaining why I don't actually dwell here the way that I would like to. Please check back. Hopefully I'll have a creative burst.
to spend here writing stories.
Sadly, laundry calls.
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p.s. thanks to everyone who is checking in here. I do see your stats and I appreciate your interest and support (and feel a little guilty for the lack of output - I was premature in creating this blog I think...). Life feels rather overwhelming right now and time for myself is scarce to non-existent. It's not overwhelming in a bad way but I am struggling to create space for taking care of myself right now. Hopefully little pockets of space will start to open up but in general, my kids go from 6am-9pm. There are no naps or actual "down time" during our days. Evenings are filled with errands. After 9pm I fit in house cleaning/chores - mainly to prepare for feeding and clothing my children and looking after my neighbour's boys. Then I watch a tv show, too exhausted to do anything creative or healthy. Then I go to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat. I love my life. I'm not complaining. not really. Just explaining why I don't actually dwell here the way that I would like to. Please check back. Hopefully I'll have a creative burst.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
My creative space
My creative space is coming. Truly. First I had no desk. Then I got a desk but it became overwhelmed by laundry and other stuff....
Now the laundry and other stuff is mostly gone AND I have a desk chair.
Next up? My husband will be setting up a desktop computer for me. I'm pretty excited. I haven't had my own space since we moved here, over two years ago! I had to sacrifice a corner of our bedroom to get it, but so be it.
More writing will be forthcoming - I swear!
Next up? My husband will be setting up a desktop computer for me. I'm pretty excited. I haven't had my own space since we moved here, over two years ago! I had to sacrifice a corner of our bedroom to get it, but so be it.
More writing will be forthcoming - I swear!
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Silence
The fairies came for my sister today,
they stopped to tell me along the way,
she was promised to them at birth they say,
and now they'll take her home to stay.
"But why?" I asked, "I love her so!"
They nodded sadly, "Yes, we know,"
but now it's time for her to go."
I watched them ride on in a row.
My sister she is sick you see,
she cannot really play with me,
her body cannot climb a tree,
or run around, or dance with glee.
But though she isn't free to play,
she has the sweetest, gentle way,
that makes you want to sit and stay,
beside her as she fades away.
Our home will never be the same,
a heavy silence once they claim,
her loving heart, her soul, her flame,
and never more we'll speak her name.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Something in the closet
"There's something in my closet" my son announced to me on the drive home from school.
"Oh yeah?" I responded, distracted as I thought about what to cook for dinner, the birthday card we needed to mail for grandma on the way home, the early morning meeting I still needed to prep for.
"Yes," he replied. "It used to be a nice thing but then it stopped listening to me."
"Hmmm..." I replied, continuing to think about a million other things - we were low on dog food, I needed to book a dentist appointment, the dryer was making funny sounds...
"Mommy!" he said.
"Yes hun?" I replied.
"YOU are not listening to me."
"Sorry sweetheart." I replied.
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"There's something in my closet" my son announced at supper.
"What?" said my husband, briefly glancing up from his iPhone.
"It's a bad something" my son said. "It needs to be punished."
My husband raised his eyebrows at me and I shrugged.
"Well," said my husband. "Can you take care of that yourself or do you need some help?"
"I can do it," said my son, pushing his food around his plate.
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"There's something in my closet" my son said while we brushed his teeth.
"What have you been eating?" I asked him wrinkling my nose. "Seriously, your breath smells like carrion."
"Carrion" he answered seriously.
"Well, maybe you should eat some more veggies" I said, thinking about the food he had pushed around his plate at dinner, untouched. I would need to buy him some multi-vitamins if this kept up. And I should probably book him a dentist appointment too...
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"You're not listening to me mommy" said my son as I tucked him under his blanket.
"There is someTHING in my closet."
I sat down on his bed and sighed.
"What is in your closet sweetpea?" I asked him.
"Nevermind" he grumbled, rolling towards the wall.
I stood up and walked towards his door but as my hand hovered over his light switch, I looked back at the small lump that was my son, lying under the covers with his back to me.
I turned around, walked to his closet and opened the door.
There, curled up as small as possible in the back corner of the closet sat my son, face pale and drawn, hugging his knees.
"There's something in my bed..." he whispered....
"Oh yeah?" I responded, distracted as I thought about what to cook for dinner, the birthday card we needed to mail for grandma on the way home, the early morning meeting I still needed to prep for.
"Yes," he replied. "It used to be a nice thing but then it stopped listening to me."
"Hmmm..." I replied, continuing to think about a million other things - we were low on dog food, I needed to book a dentist appointment, the dryer was making funny sounds...
"Mommy!" he said.
"Yes hun?" I replied.
"YOU are not listening to me."
"Sorry sweetheart." I replied.
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"There's something in my closet" my son announced at supper.
"What?" said my husband, briefly glancing up from his iPhone.
"It's a bad something" my son said. "It needs to be punished."
My husband raised his eyebrows at me and I shrugged.
"Well," said my husband. "Can you take care of that yourself or do you need some help?"
"I can do it," said my son, pushing his food around his plate.
*************************************
"There's something in my closet" my son said while we brushed his teeth.
"What have you been eating?" I asked him wrinkling my nose. "Seriously, your breath smells like carrion."
"Carrion" he answered seriously.
"Well, maybe you should eat some more veggies" I said, thinking about the food he had pushed around his plate at dinner, untouched. I would need to buy him some multi-vitamins if this kept up. And I should probably book him a dentist appointment too...
*************************************
"You're not listening to me mommy" said my son as I tucked him under his blanket.
"There is someTHING in my closet."
I sat down on his bed and sighed.
"What is in your closet sweetpea?" I asked him.
"Nevermind" he grumbled, rolling towards the wall.
I stood up and walked towards his door but as my hand hovered over his light switch, I looked back at the small lump that was my son, lying under the covers with his back to me.
I turned around, walked to his closet and opened the door.
There, curled up as small as possible in the back corner of the closet sat my son, face pale and drawn, hugging his knees.
"There's something in my bed..." he whispered....
Welcome!
My "spring forward" resolution (did you know that's a thing?! Well, it is now because I just made it up!) is to do more creative writing. So here we go. I'm resolving to make time for what I love besides my family. Welcome. Stick around. Hopefully it won't get too weird...
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