Ranting is another thing...

"... the impulse to kill him becomes so strong sometimes, when I think of the way he's stolen my life and trampled all over it and then thinks it's sufficient if he reads a few highbrow books, that I don't know how to get over it. I clench my fists together to keep from rushing at his greasy yellow head, or throwing something into that noisy mouth, forever boasting and screaming. If I could kill him and that child... I'd gladly do time for it. But what would the kids do? Go to an asylum? No one could stand it."

-Christina Stead The Man Who Loved Children

Daily Grind

Well I'm endlessly procrastinating and getting my arse in gear to write more than I have been-- well as you can see it's not going too well.

Gardening lately has been keeping me gone-- you might remember, the grass. Well I've been reseeding and applying composted as well as manure and other goodies to begin counteracting the damaging winter (apparently it's "snow mold"-- but that is coming from the evil TruGreen-- so I would not put too much weight upon that dx).

The apple and cherry trees are doing well and quite beautiful with their dotted blossoms, but still no raised garden bed as of yet. I'm not doing too well in getting it all together, but a little here and a little there. Pulling and replanting some prairie grasses, added more composted soil to some of the border flower beds, etc.

Picked up A Guide to Writing Fiction because I need the extra nudge, and living in a city that neither appreciates (though constantly touting all the usual cliches to the contrary) good writing, reading, or Art for that matter. Heading back to finish my Masters work right now is impossible at the moment-- I'm looking for other means of being creative and keeping my brain engaged.

The order of business is to keep writing-- anything. And try to get back to painting and some new work accomplished.

So the blog is an annoying litany of basically nothing in particular at the moment, and will probably go in and out of many topics, genres, and ideas. Mostly I may start just daily journaling about the most mundane and day-to-day "stuff".

Will see what shape that begins to take, if any...


The desire at the start is not to say
anything, not to make meanings, but
to create for the unwary reader a
sudden experience of reality.
-VALERIE MARTIN-