A bump in the road. I could not get myself to write. Part of it was a mental block, a lack of material, clogged up insides. However, that wasn’t all of it. I’ve been physically and emotionally exhausted for so long that I just couldn’t do it. The very thought of trying just made me […]
Luna had surgery. We’ve had this in the planning for a while so it wasn’t a surprise. Nevertheless, this is going to be a rough 2-3 months of recovery for the pup. Correspondingly, it will be rough for us as well. I’m sitting here on the floor with her trying to write. It’s not easy […]
Did my second open mic last tonight. I decided to start on a lighter note. . . It’s good to test this things in such a safe supportive atmosphere. . . because I was clearly reminded that the light and light-hearted is simply not my strong suit. I need to select the poems I feel […]
Still stuck in writer’s block. Forcing it is an exercise. Not happy with this at all. I don’t really even want to publish. However, I give myself this break as I’m too tired to start over. Hoping to do better tomorrow. Two dogs entwined into the life of our family. Two very different dogs. As […]
So, I’m in the dreaded throes of Writer’s Block again. I’m seriously pleased with my poem from days ago The Tale of the Black-Eyed Susans . . . but it left me drained. This has happened to me before. The creative flow grabs me and holds on tight. Not letting go until I’ve spewn forth my […]
We brought Luna to the dog park this evening. Over the past year her behavior at the park has changed a bit. She used to practically ignore us while there, focusing instead on running, romping, and puppy wrestling with the other pups. She recently turned two and I’m definitely beginning to see the transition in […]
It was an old and overgrown tree diagonally across from our house. When I walked all the way up to the resting trunk, it rose to my shoulder height making it about 4 feet or rather approximately 1.2 meters. Most of the houses on our block were built in the 1950s and 1960s, this tree […]
These two have the right idea. Some nights are for curling up on the sofa and pretending that the rest of the world doesn’t exist. 220 Days to go. #OTR50