Showing posts with label why i write. Show all posts
Showing posts with label why i write. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

A Rare Look Inside the Divine Cabin

Began this blog in June 2007. By now you're wondering, what's her writing space like? Now you know. Welcome. This is the Divine living room. That's a "kneeling chair" that keeps my back straight while I tinker with words, building houses of words, for hours and hours just about every day. A second, faster laptop I take with me onto the porch and move around the house with; they are synchronized.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Made in the Shade

After finishing my outdoor work in the cool of the morning, I sat down beneath the twin oaks and had some organic Chock Full o' Nuts coffee and just reveled in the gorgeous month of May, right here at home, and then thought to take a photo and post it for all the folks back in the office in the city who hate working there every single minute of it, just as I did. Except I earned my freedom and now have it made in the mid-morning shade. How did I do that? Just by being my gifted self and writing five books. Try it!

Monday, July 25, 2011

Daily Delights and Ecstasies

Started this blog in June 2007 because my housemate moved to the city in '06, and what I missed most, and still miss, was someone to call to, or to grab, and say, "Look! Isn't it amazing!" "Listen, a whippoorwill!" "OMG, the first hummer of the year!" "The blacksnake!" "'Jack Frost' was here!" "Oh, come see this!" "Stop the car; I want a picture!" "Let's look this up!" "Oh no, I think they ran over it!"

As a city dweller I feared the night, rode bad public transportation, and if I saw a bird it was because it hadn't been suffocated by fumes from the coal-fired power plant, and if I saw a live fish it was in a tank in a therapist's office. Kept my eyes mostly on the sidewalk because some folks got mighty riled if you looked at 'em. Life here, although harder, colder, buggier, lots of work, and sometimes isolated, is better. Daily something delightful appears or happens. It is said that a friend doubles every joy and halves every sorrow. You are my doubler and my halver.