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Mel’s Monday Musings: January 28, 2019
Two things for y'all today (hopefully you'll get something of value from at least one of them!): 1. At a meeting for a large and beloved annual town festival, I gave a committee report to a room full of influential townspeople I don't know, as my face flamed (my co-chair, a native, always gives the … Continue reading Mel’s Monday Musings: January 28, 2019
Baby’s Firsts (Boldly), and a Word about Accessibility
Today I had my first book signing (nobody really tells you that any "firsts" as an adult pretty much come with a side of terror/quaking in one's boots -- and yes, those were literal boots for me today because Texas). I found the prospect terrifying, yes -- but it goes well with 2018's theme of … Continue reading Baby’s Firsts (Boldly), and a Word about Accessibility
It’s HERE! (Also: Big Bites)
It's here!! It's really happening! The book I thought I'd have out in January of this year (darn you, 2017) got sidetracked by a death and another loss on its heels. I was going to wait and submit for actual publication in a few days, so my book would land in 2018...but then I thought, … Continue reading It’s HERE! (Also: Big Bites)
Samhain Snippet
(a sneak peek from my upcoming -- though probably delayed past my original date; still hopefully by year's end! -- second poetry collection...all rights mine, etc.) "Samhain" When they ask me why -- Why I stand at the Veil, Why I wait, listening, soul-stretched, The first fervent words burn my tongue And are swallowed, Word-runes … Continue reading Samhain Snippet
These Days
What are you up to these days, Mel? You sure aren't writing much. Au contraire, mes amis...I have so many projects (writing and otherwise) in the works right now that I'm finding it difficult to post as often as I'd like to for this blog. Works-in-progress at this time (not a complete list): -My second … Continue reading These Days
When You Stop Fighting
Sometimes you read something that's so unexpectedly profound and resonant that you have to just stop all the things for a bit and take it in. That was me this morning, stumbling across "Sometimes a Wild God" by Tom Hirons. (Go ahead...I'll wait.) ... I've been wrestling (again) lately with something I think we all … Continue reading When You Stop Fighting
