The work on the studio ground to a halt when I was sick with pnuemonia over the holidays. But in January we kicked it into high gear. I find it most satisfying to see the images in a row, to see the transformation.
The playhouse/studio conversion ground to a halt when I got pnuemonia two weeks before Christmas. Trapped in my recliner with a supply of cough drops and tissue, I couldn't do anything other than binge watch Sherlock and Mozart in the Jungle.
I suddenly find the need for some space of my own.
We have one of those open design homes where the living, kitchen, and loft are all open to one another. It’s a small home without a den or office space, but I consider it cozy. Of course, it’s very modern to not have...
I'm having a TERRIBLE time figuring out how to write the blurb for my novel, so I'm posting three versions. Also, for background, here is the post on Indie Friday on the book. Let me know if any of these are intriguing:
I am a frequent contributor to the Story of Texas - a history project of the State of Texas Museum. It's a great collection of stories from throughout the state. They are always looking for stories and if you're an essayist, you should consider sending in your story.
If indie writers fret about one thing above all others, it might just be the cover of their book. These days most books are judged by their cover and finding the right combination of colors, feel, images, type - it's enough to make you ill and wonder what were you thin...
What I love most about writing is uncovering the extraordinary in what most people consider ordinary. The curl on my daughter's hair. The dirt of a caliche road. A skirt that is so full you can lift it over your head while one part stays on the ground.