Question: If one writes a 10-minute play, and then precedes to want to change every line, does it make one a playwright? What if one wants to change the sex of one of the characters to deepen it? A…

Question: If one writes a 10-minute play, and then precedes to want to change every line, does it make one a playwright? What if one wants to change the sex of one of the characters to deepen it? At what point should one be comfortable enough to share it? For me, the willingness was there pretty early, like finished the night before an early morning writing club meeting and I was going to have it read there. I was hoping to be able to listen to it, not read a “part” and it could have worked, but, eh, I had another short piece and I also preferred to listen to another writer’s longer story, so it remains an unread play.

I was furious yesterday listening to the Supreme Court decision on continuing to let the vote by mail travesty continue. Drunk sailors would have blushed at my wrath. And then it was like, fine. I didn’t start collecting moon water for any specific reason, but I trusted my instincts and now I have it.

This July, I’ve woken with wisps. My dreaming seems intense with connections, but awake, the details disperse. Following the suggested dance lessons I’ve found in real life have led to off-kilter d…

This July, I’ve woken with wisps. My dreaming seems intense with connections, but awake, the details disperse. Following the suggested dance lessons I’ve found in real life have led to off-kilter destinations and delightful discoveries. This is a Balloon Flower. I don’t recall seeing these before, and I definitely did not plant them where they bloomed. (I have a map. I planted a bulb there in the late spring and a rhizome last year-neither of which emerged. Never have I ever planted a Balloon Flower anywhere.) Centaury came up in a patch resembling a hand toss of seed, though I never bought those kinds.

Living by a creek means critters often stop by and these past few weeks a yellow striped swallowtail butterfly (or several) has flown up close to greet me nearly every time I have stepped outside. The meadow where there used to be lawn is awash with fireflies each night. Bats have flown at dusk just outside the kitchen window. Of course it’s not all delight and wonder. For the privilege of watching hummingbird gestation, I’m on call for feeder filling and receive reprimands when the level is low – or Egads!

Perhaps if I hadn’t waited until the last moment, I’d be able to share photos of the iris. Three purple ones are in bloom, the smell - intoxicating. I stopped to inhale them after joining a group of bees, wasps, and other flying insects at the pink lilac bush on the roadside path. I truly thought its early buds had suffered from the frosts, but I coaxed it and encouraged it to be strong. I took a few shots of the spectacular bush knowing I can never capture its pale pink beauty, but even those I couldn’t get to send through email.

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In my heart, I know I’d be effective and solve drainage problems among the others plaguing New York District 23rd. I will absolutely serve if I win by a miraculous write-in vote, but at this time I…

In my heart, I know I’d be effective and solve drainage problems among the others plaguing New York District 23rd. I will absolutely serve if I win by a miraculous write-in vote, but at this time I have decided to take a dedicated run off the table for now.

Hello and how are you doing? This morning we had warmth and the sun, then a downpour that was overwhelming our drainage system, and now that it’s night, I am praying the creek stays low and in its banks. I also made cookies and went out to photograph the crocuses. A very intelligent woman named Eileen had a phrase that described my recent months – The Tyranny of the Couch. When we bring in wood for the winter, the place where we stack it limits what furniture can comfortably fit in the main room.

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If we’re all going to possibly die soon because a sick pedophile is intent on distracting the world from his crimes against children, and I have had to listen twice now to a person describe Duwe as some sort of good option, I get to speak my truth because all politics is local and all elections are consequential. I wish I could hold my nose and say, go ahead, put blue leaning women in power everywhere, but not her.

I’d been angry about having to clean the house instead of having those hours to finish the movie list back on Thursday, but that fell away to gratitude when he came home early alive and in one, non-bleeding piece.

The countdown to a new year happens tonight. Tomorrow, our New Year’s Day breakfast table is likely to resemble this, our Christmas morning one, where soon after this picture was taken, we feasted on pancakes with local maple syrup, sausages and mockmosas. This December was another of mass-producing sweets and sharing them with people. The “try” recipe was an utter mess to make, but the taste! The texture! Salted Caramels were a delight to eat, but too sticky to send so few people tasted them. I streamlined a few processes and maybe next year – if there is still chocolate and I can afford it – I’ll be faster and more precise.

Usually, I take a picture of our Thanksgiving table. Sometimes I send it in a text with a greeting to others. This year, besides a few two-word exchanges, the once sweet stress day filled with relatives I might only see then passed quietly with no photographs. We ended up watching the Macy Parade – brava! A bit later, the dog watched the first twenty minutes of the Westminster Dog Show with interest, then retrieved a ball for us to throw. The snow arrived, but not a deep one. On Friday, the ceiling painting commenced and now patches are on the wall.

It is the scary season and since I’m writing this after editing pages to send to the awesome writing club at the library AND editing and printing copies of the next installment of a weird little tale for the Friday group AND it’s Wednesday, not a last minute Friday scribbled post, we all ought to be terrified that I’m ahead of schedule on anything, let alone multiples. Actually, what it means is that the writing is returning to a primary status…or so I hope. How are you? How are your thoughts?

My attempts at strict discipline, whether adhering to an exercise schedule or in regards to an aspect of writing, are often effective…for a short while. I haven’t had much success with that approac…

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By Emily Alex and I were at WorldCon (the World Science Fiction and Fantasy Convention) last week, talking about The AI Con with people whose livelihood...