Quitting

This is for Jay and everyone who has THOSE moments.

Reading

Here's some good news. Everybody's writing something: short stories, books, poetry. More good news: some is actually well-crafted or even brilliant work. Bad news: adult readership is at the lowest it has ever been in the U.S.
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

The Vanishing Blog

The last time I checked my blog and been de-blogged and was no where in sight. So surprise! It's back and just in time. I've had great news from a writing friend who has been under the gun for months. This blog is for her. Hats off. Congratulations. Keep well. I know your attitude played an important part in the outcome.

Friday 13th!!!!!

Oh my gawd! Friday the thirteenth came and went and I didn't even notice. I usually remain quietly at home, (That's more difficult now that I've read home is where most of the accidents happen.)waiting for the toll of midnight that announces the "all clear."
I'm excessively superstitous about thirteen of anything, but Friday the thirteenth is the worst. So, how come I had a normal, possibly dull, day yesterday? Hmmm. S'pose I've made my own bad luck in the past? Hard to believe.

A Quote

It's always good to find a quote that expresses what is inside your own head. It's that ahhh moment we all look for when we read a good book or see a good movie and the character expresses what we can relate to. "Oh, that's it! That's exactly how I feel."

Here's one I liked this week: "Life is not about longevity."

Yes.

A Sunday of Palms

Today by venturing down from my mountain retreat I became caught up in the bustle of a Sunday market--lots of fresh flowers, organic produce, strolling people, freshly made crepes--Yummmm. Walking back to my car with my clutch of tulips in one hand and a bag of pears in the other I ran into a church congregation walking out the church and around to the side grounds. Everyone carried palms. A bagpiper lead the way. His sound was breathtaking amid the churn of cars, the laughter of bicyclists just down from their morning trek and all the other noises around a town square on a Sunday morning. I stopped and listened to the piper, soaking in memories of Scotland and appreciating all that wonderful flavor of my town.