For special writing projects, I keep a separate journal. This year for National Poetry Month I chose an old lined journal of 256 pages. It’s canvas with faux leather corners and spine with a red ribbon book mark. Handwritten thoughts are still my choice of entry into the writing process. It’s totally a part…
As I enter Day 8 of National Poetry Month, I’m up to page 36 in my journal. I start a new one each time I have a specific project I want to keep intact. Today’s selection is based on a philosopher of interest. I hope you check out his work. Poetry, fire and closed spaces…
Writable about #National Poetry Month
Writing is your personal answer on your journey to discover what the questions are. I hand-write random thoughts, jagged fragments in jumbled cryptic description in my journals. My advice: Write down the rattle–there’s time for fixing later. n taylor collins, writer
So here’s what I really know about cooking. Let’s start with appetizers or in my case, a whole meal on certain days.
I have two best recipes for just about anything. If you know how to cook or not, you will find these of interest. If you master these top-secret carefully selected recipes you will never be at a loss when someone stops by or you are expected to “bring a little something” to a party or event.
It’s so difficult keeping up with myself. I’m either off posting, or painting, or pinning, or writing, or reading, or liking, or linking, or sharing, or twittering. The cyber side always winning as I try to hone each aspect of my life into my creative and diverse interests.
In this part of the cemetery, jonquils sprouted randomly, disconnected from any particular grave. Their flecks of white punctuated the stones they stood in front of. The headstones colored in earthy tones of bronze, and brown and gray, could have been lifted from an Andrew Wyeth palette.