musk and vanilla old friends met and new trysts found anticipation Thanks to Lynn's Tuesday Picture Prompt for a wonderful memory of that special smell that books have and of the hours spent in used bookstores (and libraries, and new bookstores, and my basement ...).
in hope we inscribe the page where the heart speaks words writ where all can see Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the beautiful phrase: the page where the heart speaks words.
Today, Fandango asks us to consider whether we think it’s premature for states to be lifting the stay-at-home, shelter-in-place, and social distancing restrictions? Or do you believe that it’s about time they were rescinded? Once they are removed, how quickly are you likely to resume living your life as you did in the pre-pandemic days?… Continue reading Is that wallpaper moving or have murder hornets invaded (my mind)?!
Apparently this was it: the prison’s law library. One row of ancient books on a rickety cart. Was that smell despair or just mildew? Probably mildew. The stink of despair was coming from—as they say—inside the house. Did they still call it the Big House? Or was that passé? She much preferred that to slammer… Continue reading The Big House
Once, fame had been his drug. Now, those covers were nothing but an anathema. A reminder of his age. All he wanted was peace. But they always found him. Somehow. He took a deep breath. Tossed his hair. Smiled. Maybe just one photo he thought as the giggling middle-aged women approached. Late to the game… Continue reading Finding Fabio
my mind full, spinning dusty on the edges, but shining with ideas Today's word prompt (self) for Linda's JuJoJan Challenge was courtesy of But I Smile Anyway Go! Visit them both! The idea of self was obviously twirling around in my brain because when I saw Helen's Photo Prompt I immediately thought--that reminds me of my brain!… Continue reading I See Me
November was NaNoWriMo. And many people in my sphere (be it virtual or irl) participated. Me? I went another route. I didn’t add a single word to my novel-in-progress. And as we enter December, I continue to not write. If this not-writing goes on much longer, it may necessitate a designation change from novel-in-progress to… Continue reading Writing that Novel: Block, Break, or Bail?
Where the hell was that girl with his whiskey? It was cold in the courtyard. And drafty. But they wouldn’t let him smoke inside. And he really needed one. It was his first in six months so he probably didn’t need it so much as he wanted it. But right now he wasn’t in the… Continue reading Rejection
to discover words opens your mind to wonder and your heart to love Thanks to The Haunted Wordsmith and Sue Vincent for the great photo prompts. In the midst of the chaos of ... well everything, both of these picture reminded me of the sweet calm of my “happy place”--reading. Books really were my first love. The library (and… Continue reading My First Crush
I recently moved to St Pete with my wonderful partner and I absolutely love it here! The reasons why are numerous. St Pete has fabulous weather, beautiful vistas, a world-class food scene, and a thriving cultural atmosphere. But I've found that it’s truly the people that make it special, especially those people I see every… Continue reading People of St Pete: Barbara Riddle Dvorak