Tuesday, October 27, 2020
Saturday, October 24, 2020
A storm is coming. I'll get these inside but the threads will just rinse in the rain.
The last round of threads - fifty or sixty?- I lost count. All the dye is used up.
ps. I went out and grabbed up a few from the work table fearing they were going to a muddy blur. Not this time. ❤
Tuesday, October 20, 2020
the River basket and tools will be in the closet for a while. My left thumb is acting the fool and I'm right-handed. Keyboarding is slow, pens are no problem
It feels like I've been herding rabbits with rabies. Every time I turn around, there are more of them, all sweaty and wild-eyed. The real problem--I didn't know where I was leading them.
The first book, a romance, never gave me this kind of trouble because every good romance must have a Happily Ever After. Readers demand it. Prophets Tango delivers.
This time, the story is not primarily a romance and I haven't been able to see from here to the imaginary there. The story didn't know what it was living for. Until yesterday.
After spending hours with acres of notes, I stared at the spiral of scenes, then into the void. Who owns that little voice inside my head? I didn't recognize it.
Came the voice, "How does it end?"
The question immediately reminded me of some lines from my favorite movie, "Shakespeare in Love". (Yes, Will could have had me for a scrap of paper with his ink on it.)
Lord Wessex: "How is this to end?"
Queen Elizabeth: "As stories must when love's denied. With tears and a journey."
There will be tears and a journey, but I have no intention of denying love anything it wants.
Thursday, October 15, 2020
Celebrated in a private, solitary way. At first, I thought I'd just ignore it, but then I thought about those who didn't get this little personal milestone, another year in this beautiful life.
And so, I acknowledged it with something new and different and something old and strong.
Went ahead with my decision to take the Firmament apart.
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
There is a lot of history in this piece. I'll dig around for the original posts. Without research, nothing much is going on. Until you get close. What I intended as stars have come to life.
Saturday, October 10, 2020
Wednesday, October 07, 2020
Sunday, October 04, 2020
The change of seasons -- not much more than a dip in night temperatures here--has tripped me up this year. I feel like I've been in a maze that constantly dead-ends. Not frustrated because railing at being lost is a waste of energy. It's just that I'm on low battery.
I used to drive around with a friend who would get very agitated about being lost. I said, "We are somewhere between the Hudson River and the Atlantic Ocean. Relax." About now, I wish for a map. A paper one that crinkles and folds and has coffee stains. Maybe some red ball-point routes marked out.
It's more than enough to deal with the real. Weeds.
Finding out that the gardenia still had few things to say about summer despite being overwhelmed by a pushy vine that I allowed to take over because I've been neglectful.
It's teaching my co-pirate the insanity and majesty of language perhaps a little early. Teaching him that not all games are blood sports and how nobody wants to play with a sore loser. He's taken to jotting down Good words. High dollar words, even as I explain about positioning and strategy. Yesterday we agreed to do away with the running tally of who's winning. Word by word, we will build stories rather than empires.
We will save learning poker for later.
It's fishing around in the closet for one UFO and finding a flock of them, all reminding me of the UFO of words nipping at my dreams, sulking in the corners of my imagination. Hiding.
Their shit (and mine) as scattered as these stars.
And speaking of stars.
Throughout this national turmoil, I have refrained from standing on a chair and screaming vile curses to the four winds because this face reminds me what a gorgeous, stalwart thing Karma is.
In truth, our Karma rarely gave us the time of day she was so self-contained in her feline beauty. But this face, this look she gave me one day.
Karma will always have her due.
Play it again Sam.
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