I found myself smiling last night. Was it because I was driving in the car that I bought recently that I feel super safe in, perhaps. Or was it because I just finished crafting with my friend, making ornaments for our Christmas trees, possibly. I was heading home to my home, which is my safe… Continue reading If you are happy and you know it…
Numerous times, I have sat at my computer over the last month to write. I started with a few words on the page, but ended up with a pretty much blank page. It has been frustrating that words have been escaping me over the last month or so. In the past, words have come so… Continue reading Bella Babbling
He sits on the top of the couch, straddling the ledge and reminding me of a tight rope walker. You see, he’s not a small cat, he’s quite the opposite. At 18 pounds, his presence is known, in a very big way. He has been in my life for the last five years (hard to… Continue reading Support Networks and my cat
I sit and stare at a blank page. Thoughts dash through my head, darting left and right, up and down. With all that’s going through my head one would think that I would be more than capable of transposing the combination of letters into sentences down on paper. But alas, the page is blank. I… Continue reading Blank Pages
Boy, I am tired. Writing today is quite the struggle this afternoon. All I can think about right now is taking a nap. Do you think that if I curl up under my desk the office will notice that I am missing? I think that when I start to snore, that will be a dead… Continue reading Modifying Routine to Establish Balance
This blog, an original piece I wrote, was first published on The Bipolar Writer Blog (https://wordpress.com/post/jamesedgarskye.com) a few days ago... I wanted to post the blog to my site as well, as it further delves into who I am as a person and who I aspire to be. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Have you ever wondered who you… Continue reading Who Am I?
I spent most of the weekend buried in fabric and thread. But most importantly, I had my daughter by my side. Friday evening, we unburied the sewing machine from hibernation. It is an heirloom piece, a gift that was given to me by my mother-in-law when she received an upgrade a few years ago. A… Continue reading The Crafting Duo