Monday, March 21, 2011

A new beginning

Everybody knows their own business, and writing!

Here it is 2011, and where is my list of things to do! Aye, a pox on lists, for today anyway.

Much to my amusement, Miss DWH finds out today that there is already a novel The Lost Memoirs of Jane Austen.

She won't let that deter her, however, because her book is not really about Jane Austen, but is a love story, and about creativity, and in fact ***ahem*** makes a bit of fun of Miss Janey.

Well, it's a start anyway, rah rah!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

List of tasks for the new year

* go through this blog and see what's pertinent for novel

* some of the ideas were good - follow up on them - i.e., where are those letters?
* keep up the Miss Daily Writing Habit habit - remember: excellence is a habit

Friday, December 4, 2009

Our little array of just desserts

Found entry, from July 24, 2009:

On our counter is one last pice of raspberry pie, a plastic bag with two remaining strawberry wafers and one cocnut almond cookie, and two slices of leftover angel food case.

Are we too polite to eat the last ones; or have we had enough sweets?

Now, in December, are we better at cleaning our plates, finishing off the chip bag (if it's within reach and didn't fall back in the cupboard)?

Half a Thanksgiving pumpkin pie is on the counter. I finished the Good 'n Plenty. The tiny pink and white box is ready for recycling.

Maybe we are just rich...with sweets.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Tripping the bannister lights fantastic

Last night I wound 3 garlands of lights around the railing going upstairs, and on the mini-balcony. This will work well for our mini Romeo and Juliet series, in which I swoon and ask where Romeo is.

Romeo is at the bottom of the steps, as is Mr. Darcy, his first foot on the stairs, holding up his hand. I swoop down, something of a cross between a bat in jeans and a slightly over age Juliet. Just slightly.

The lights, blue/green, red, and yellow are merry and it's our first time for them. We leave them on all night.

I think about how lovely it would have been to raise children in this house, to provide them this holiday fantasy of warmth and comfort. But yesterday is gone. We enjoy them now.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

I dream of fruit

Last night I opened the freezer and on the top shelf, eye level, was a large clear bag of precious jewels of fruit: black raspberries, peachy cantaloupe, red raspberries, green grapes, strawberries. We harvested the fruit in the summer, and I forgot we had these jewels.

This was a dream, but how true it is, isn't it, that we forget our treasures?

Last night we put up the snow fence, in the dark. I have on a lime green tank top, a white long sleeve sweater, a green cardigan, a yellow hooded sweatshirt, a gold jacket, and a red overcoat. Two pairs of gloves. Not that it was cold. At least I didn't have a purse.

In the dark, standing high on a step stool is my husband, swinging a sledgehammer to drive in the fence rails. He looks like a coal miner. Is it deep enough, he asks, and I shine a light on the ground. We stretch the orange plastic fence along the rails.

It takes one hour to harvest our coal. The fence is up, it is straight, and if we're lucky, little snow.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

What I want when my heart lights up

When something good happens to me, and my hear lights up, the first thing I want to do is write about it.

Writing centers me, I get centered with writing, writing comforts me, provides me solace, is my friend.

If writing is ilfe or death, what would you write about to save yourself?

To plummet my depths, I need to write.

All I have to do is write about it. That's what I tell myself, when I'm tensing up and feel I have to be ... "on." All I have to do is write about it. Nothing else is required.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Relive the day

I want to relive last Thursday, the day of my son's graduation. It was one of those milestones that has a radiance, an aura, that transcends the ordinary.

He is full of stories.

He stands with one hand behind his back, eats with one hand on his lap.

He is meticulous about wearing his cover, inside and out.

I've made a pan of brownies, and after we're in the car, his fingers wind under the foil, until by the end of the day, the brownies are gone.

I know what a field plate is: it's what they get in the field: if luck, 3 oz of ham, a spoon of potatoes. he's hungry: he's tried Brussels sprouts. Well, okay, 2 Brussels sprouts.

He wants Steak and Shake, followed by mint oreo shake. And Burger King. He says they are set to deploy in 2011.

We visit the Patton Museum, and I buy a "My Son is in the Army" decal.

Poignant, that's what it is.

This is too short - too short, but sweet, for my daily writing habit.