one woman's personal thought lab
This happens a lot. I start to feel like things are relatively under control and that I might be able to get some work done on my longer term to-dos that have been weighing on my mind - and then something... something minor and mundane, like a cold, or even something sweet like a vacation... … Continue reading Crash
(Elena is a character in a series I've been working on. Only two posts so far: A Mystical Treasure and The Bus Ride Home.) Elena is the mother of Lora, my protagonist. She hasn't actually been seen yet in the story but she's very important and her own story will be explored. This is meant … Continue reading Sketch of Elena
This rainy day feels like a good one for me to pour my heart out a little bit. Nothing despondent or anything, just something I was thinking about. My husband loves the mountains. He grew up here on the (Canadian) west coast where they've always been in sight. He was watching the documentary This Mountain … Continue reading No Joy Without Suffering
Things a bit busy at the moment and I didn't plan ahead, so no "real" post today. I'm grateful for: Opportunities to write (when my daughter is sleeping and other tasks can be put off until later)Access to good booksHaving enough (i.e. everything I need to live and care for myself and my family)A supportive … Continue reading This Is Not a Blog Post
(Lora is a character in a series I've been working on. Only two posts so far: A Mystical Treasure and The Bus Ride Home.) My protagonist. I'm having a hard time figuring her out because I've based her personality on my own. Go figure. This is what she looks like in the first scene, when … Continue reading Sketch of Lora
(The first and most recent post in this series, A Mystical Treasure, is here.) "What bus is this, anyways?" Lora thought to herself, swinging herself into one of the back corner seats. She knew it was heading in the opposite direction from the shelter but she didn't really care at this point. At least she … Continue reading The Bus Ride Home
A flash of turquoise shone at the edges of her vision and dimly illuminated the brick wall in front of her. She spun around and - there it was again, brilliant but brief - a glow from around the sides of a grimy, grey downspout, as if a green-blue sparkler was burning behind it. Had … Continue reading A Mystical Treasure
