Friday, December 16, 2011

Coffee Break!

. . . or at least spill!  My "friendly" Cooper's Hawk returned, and of course I jumped up to take a picture through my newly cleaned, and expansively so, window!  See what happens when you clean the whole thing!



Problem:  I knocked over my coffee into my keyboard.  I didn't even notice till he had flown off.  After emptying the keyboard of my vanilla creamed organic free trade blend, and after sopping up the remainder off my desk, I was surprised to find that aside from a stuck enter key, it is none the worse for wear.

I didn't get around to uploading the pictures right away, and when I did today, what a surprise.  It's not the original.  So a wife?  A cousin?  A friend?  This one is almost blue in the feather and the chest is more the typical sandy flecked Cooper's in the pictures.  I hate that they eat my sparrows and finches, but I have to gasp with delight at his magnificence!

Thursday, December 15, 2011

The Casting Call!

The hubby's splint is off; cast is on.  Then after 4 more weeks of non-weightbearing, he gets the boot!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Studies in Shadow 2: Sure Shadow


Is it enough to follow only shadows—
to follow truth that seems so dim to the eyes, yet solid to the feet?
When the longing for clarity hurts
more that the piercings of life’s pains,
I will grip sure shadows—a pledge of what will come.





Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Studies in Shadow . . .


We are here for only a moment, visitors and strangers in the land as our ancestors were before us. Our days on earth are like a passing shadow, gone so soon without a trace.  
I Chron. 29:15 (NL)



Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely. 
I Cor. 13:12 (NL)




Monday, December 12, 2011

The Write Stuff

What is it that motivates you to write?  What is your process?

I write in several ways.  If it is an assignment or project that I'm not particularly excited about, I still just dive in and try to give it my best, though I may procrastinate for a bit.  I have strong opinions about a lot of things and love to create with my words, so I am seldom stuck for ideas.  When I do run up against a wall, I walk away from the piece for awhile and get a different perspective.   Then I come back to tackle it afresh.

A lot of my best ideas come as flashes of inspiration.  If I don't get it down then and there, or at least the core ideas, the flashes often fade.  That's why I keep journals and am the post-it note queen.  I also write ideas down on napkins and checks or whatever is handy.

I think sometimes people stumble along in writing because they do not have a basic grasp of grammar and punctuation or perhaps even an adequate vocabulary.  I read grammar books for fun.  Obsessive, I know.  So that aspect of writing does not slow me down.  The hardest time I have, however, is with the re-write.

When I complete a piece and I feel happy with my product, it is hard to look at it dispassionately and start slicing.  Even if I make radical nixing (like just automatically dump the first 3 pages) as some suggest, I have a hard time not keeping those pages in a drawer.  It is rather like those cultures who feel like you have captured their souls when you take their pictures.  That is kind of how I feel about some of my writing.  If I sincerely put myself into those pages, I just can't pretend they never happened.  They are in some way a part of me.  Sick, right?  The same is true of songs.  They end up in a file or in a drawer, waiting to be reworked and re-born. 

My kids are going to have so much fun sorting through the detritus of my life! 

So what motivates you to write?  What is your process?  How do you re-write?  Is it painful?

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Love is truly . . .

Love is truly a husband who goes downstairs in the cold early morn (okay, the cold is his fault!) on crutches, 2 weeks post surgery, to get an ice-pack for his migraine-inflicted wife.  Amid, I must add, my protestations!  Thank you, Kel.  What a blessing you are!