Years ago, I made an afghan for my step-mother. I took care to match the colors of her room and get the right size for the bed. Only, I hadn't mastered crocheting and the cover ended up much too big. It reached the floor from one side of the queen-size bed to the other. But …
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the real me?
I'm getting ready for Halloween already. That my son is in love with The Addams Family helps set the mood. Recently I read The Ladies of Grace Adieu, which also adds to the haunted atmosphere. So, I'm working on something for Halloween. And I'm working on the fairy tales. Well, I say working on... I'm …
What have I started?
A couple of weeks ago, my son picked the book Waggit Forever to read. I read it out loud to him, usually three or four chapters at a time. He wanted me to read more, but my throat would wear out by then. One morning he woke me up with the book in his hand. …
Breaking Stories
I've taken one novel I thought I'd finished, Drowning Karma, and cut away 50,000 words. The words leftover I've broken into short stories. Well, I've broken them. Whether they're short stories yet is another matter. The process was painful and liberating. I looked at some comments I'd gotten on the novel (thanks again, readers!) and …
the kiddo’s film
the kiddo's film Originally uploaded by mapelba The kiddo decided on the story line and made the snakes. Mom made the dog. The kiddo snapped the pictures and mom did her best with iMovie, which she knew almost nothing about (never mind about a soundtrack). Anyway, here is the first effort at movie making.
Have you seen any success in these parts?
Pictured over there is my favorite singer--Neil Finn. Most people in the United States don't know he sang anything after Don't Dream It's Over as part of Crowded House, but in the UK and Australia he can fill a stadium. Is he a success? Some people think you have to make it big here in …
Hiding until the fun starts.
I think I've been hiding. Not hiding very well, mind you, but hiding. What more could be said about writing at this point? Perhaps I've said all I can say? Perhaps I am repeating my complaints and anxieties? So, what is this space for? When this question is answered, I'll let you know (assuming you're …
Open the Cages
I watched this video the other day about fear and permission. Chris Guillebeau quoted a lovely poem by Hafiz. The small man builds a cage for everyone he knows while the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, keeps dropping keys all night long for the beautiful, rowdy prisoners. I …
Aren’t I too old to crash a party?
So, I pick up this tiny flier down at IF+D. More of these fliers were on the counter at the coffee shop around the corner. And I realize that this Books & Beer event is a night that my husband and I will be kiddo-free. Books and beer! What is it exactly? I'm not sure. …
My Magical Thinking
Getting my Master's Degree took longer than it should have, but in spite of taking two years off to join the Peace Corps, getting married, and working full-time, I finished my thesis, passed the language exam, and got my degree. My thesis advisor and I still exchange Christmas cards. How have I put this degree …
Marta Bacon 