It's the first of May, Beltane, May Day, the beginning of Story-a-Day. In the past I have posted most of my story efforts. I know the pros and cons of posting them. Honestly, the cons outweigh the pros, except that I like to post them. This time I doing another round of backstory. Well, I …
Will it rain? Next weekend, the Violet Crown Festival pitches its many tents, and the forecast doesn't bode well. Yesterday, the forecast predicted 40% chance of thunder storms. Today, the forecast is at 50%. Even a light drizzle would ruin my art. Paper dislikes humidity last I checked. Of course, I won't be the only …
Oh April! Here you are again. A while ago, I think I mentioned that I closed my Etsy shop and took my work down from RedBubble. After looking at alternatives, I've decided to pursue not a single one. Who knows what the future holds, but at this point in my life, selling online is too …
I miss staying up until the wee hours writing or making art. (If you have a fondness for the night and listen to podcasts, then listen to Nocturne, by the way. It's a favorite of mine.) So now on this sunny, pleasant afternoon, my projects await. They call. They trip me up. They beg. Finish …
No one is going to give me an award for being sensible. Marie Kondo worked on my books and my clothes. She doesn't work on my art supplies and unfinished stories. It's getting out of control in here. A sensbile person would get this work space in order and keep it that way! A few …
Continue reading I keep using that word. Do you think it means what I think it means?
The universe is exhausting sometimes. I say the universe as if I know how I'd feel living on some other planet in the Milky Way. (I'd feel dead, most likely.) I can't even say the world because I can't claim to know what's going in every bit of it. (I'm overwhelmed just thinking about knowing …
In one half of the world, winter unfurls and unravels blankets of ice and cold and spells. If this is where you find yourself, in long dark nights, listen for magic and starlight and bells. * I hope whatever season you're in is treating you well. I've kept a few New Year's resolutions! And I'm …
I was expecting different news. So, ever since my cancer diagnosis, I have gone regularly to my oncologist. You may be familiar with such a routine. At first you go in what feels like every other day and gradually, if things go well, you go in less and less. My appointments alternated too. One time …
Sorting through old papers, I came across stories my mom write in college. Keep in mind she didn't go to college straight out of high school. She was in her 40s when she went to USF. We were, in fact, in college at the same time (though not the same place). This piece is dated …
Perhaps this history could begin with the Big Bang, but instead I'll begin the day my mom left my dad, packing what would fit into her pale blue Volkswagen Beetle and heading to a new life. If the object didn't fit into that car, she didn't take it with her. She didn't come back for …
Marta Pelrine-Bacon 