Research for the murder moves along nicely as I read about mentally insane children who kill their families. I may start dreaming more violent dreams. Please warn my husband.

As far as writing every day goes, vacation makes it slightly difficult. Perhaps, on occasion, reading is more productive than writing. Perhaps.

On Being

It’s been a struggle-filled sort of month where I want to be so many things, but I just can’t get out of bed or off the couch or out of the fridge. I’m a lazy bum more days than not, and I can’t figure out how to motivate myself.

And then I finally bothered my husband about it, and we talked while I cried for hours in the middle of the night. In the end, my darling helped me realize that I need to spend time with myself and a piece of paper to figure out what the heck I want to be. Continue reading

Explore your world

Yeah, photos are art. Just like words are art. But pictures and words also act as extensions of our memory. And sometimes, that might be more important than art. But how about making words and images double as art and memories? Boo ya.

So while I live in Idaho for the next seven months, I’ll make art and memories. That’s why we live, right? Especially when they’re filled with yellow. Love dat yellow.

Like these…

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Oh yeah, and the whole eternity thing.

A few months ago I may have made some super secret promises to a handsome boy. We may have grasped each other by the right wrist and whispered some words. An old man may have twirled his magic wand around, whispering other words and binding us together for eternity through sickness and health, wealth and poverty, adventure and bore.

Brad makes me giggle. He teaches me about cool things. He’s talented, creative, loving, intelligent, adventurous, and everything else that’s good in the world. He’s the only boy allowed by my side as we ride bikes, climb mountains, sail oceans, see stars, become dust. Continue reading