Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Thursday, June 27, 2013
- Thank the Super Sweet Blogger who nominated you.
- Answer five Super Sweet questions.
- Include the Super Sweet Blogging award image in your blog post.
- Nominate a baker’s dozen (13) other bloggers.
- Notify your nominees on their blog.
- Cookies or Cake? – Yes. And pretty much anything that falls within the “dessert” category.
- Chocolate or Vanilla? – Yes again. Real milk chocolate wins over just about any other possible ingredient any day, but I don’t like some chocolate flavored things so much, like cake or ice cream. My system craves the real thing and there’s no fooling it.
- Favorite Sweet Treat? – Depends, but I get weird cravings for coconut sometimes, so I’d have to say coconut cream pie.
- When do you crave sweet things the most? – At night, coincidentally right within the times when we’re supposed to be the most prone to weight gain.
- Sweet Nick Name? –Shoot—I’ve had lots of nicknames, but this forced me to realize that no one has ever given me a “sweet” name like Sweetiekins or Honey Pie or Sugar Lips. Never! In fact, some are decidedly UNsweet…hee hee. Should I be offended? Nah.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
What's depressing is that it's currently travelling more that I have in years.
But right now, that's okay. In fact, I'd like to say a little thank you to my voodooers. It's provided me with an excuse to work on more publishable work, and I'm finally making headway on the book I started ages ago! Hope you are having a wonderful summer!
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus