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I Was Afraid of the Dark
Actually, I still am sort of afraid of the dark. If I let loose the dogs of my imagination? Yeah, totally terrified. When the sun goes down, I have to keep those dogs on a tight leash. Otherwise they render a good night’s sleep impossible, either by keeping me from sleep or invading my dreams.…
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My “No Formal Resolutions” Zone
When I was a little girl, all the new year meant to me was that it would soon be time to go back to school. I didn’t like school that much. Resolutions? I don’t remember resolving to do anything except maybe play more. I also don’t remember when I was “introduced” to the notion of…
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My (Mental) Writing Space Examined
So, yesterday I reached the halfway point in the NaBloPoMo month long blogging challenge which means today marks the more-than-halfway-there point. I’m on the downhill side! (I grew up with mountains, so downhill is good!) And it is Saturday. The weekend. So I’m rejoicing here on my blog with an awesome picture, courtesy of WyoJones…
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When Change is More Magical Than Scary 🙂
Sometimes change is scary. Sometimes it is magical. I prefer magical change to the scary kind. The scary kind feels life threatening, even though mostly it isn’t. Sometimes it feels like the above photo. Sailing out on this golden sea toward something not quite known, but it doesn’t matter that I don’t know, because I…