I’ve been traveling and living so fully (most of that time). In no particular order, here are just a few things I’ve done in the past nine weeks instead of posting blogs, in pictures:
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This is our view from the Beyond the Castle Archaeological Dig Site in Lancaster, England, led by archaeologist Jason Wood. I’m one of the volunteers than came to help with this exciting dig. Based on some geographical tests, recorded history, and nearby discoveries, they suspect the remains of a Roman Fort, dating back to the 4th c. and even possibly to the 1st c., lay beneath the earth waiting to be rediscovered, and they were right! Read the rest of this entry »
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Although I majored in Art in College before I majored in Drama, Psychology, and finally English, I never learned to watercolor. Most of my training and experience is in acrylics, so I’ve taken it upon myself to learn how to watercolor.
Here are a few of my recent watercolor postcards. Much to my delight, I asked friends and followers on Facebook who would like to receive one, and I got lots of responses! Needless to say, I’ve been busy painting scenes and trying new techniques ever since (while binge-watching “The Good Wife“). All of these pictured are already in the mail. Leave a comment if you want to be put on the list to (eventually) get one, then email me your address (link in right sidebar). Read the rest of this entry »
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I’m currently 30k into my memoir, so all my creative energy is either going toward that or into watercolor painting. It leaves little time/focus to update the blog, so forgive the sparsity of posts.
Every week, I go for a hike (or as they say in England: walk) in the Lake District. It’s magnificent. I don’t have the talent to describe such beauty, but I try to in my book anyway. I’m mostly following a small book I got called Walks to Waterfalls, part of the Lake District’s Top 10 Walks series. It’s a handy little book, sturdy and compact to take along on the walks. The directions are pretty accurate, and if I can follow them, anyone can. Read the rest of this entry »
A Life of Beauty is the tentative title of my current WIP. You will now see a little counter in my side bar underneath my short bio. Here you can follow along with my progress on my latest book. It is part memoir, part travel log, and part a journey of recovery. It will have a short background over the last few years, but the bulk of it will be my experiences (the good, bad, and ugly) since I left the United States last October. It will chronicle my travels, my interactions with people, and my evolving recovery. Read the rest of this entry »
I love my life.
I mean, I really, really love my life! I’ve never been happier than I’ve been since I came to the UK/EU seven months ago. Although there have been some rough times and some setbacks, they taught me more about myself and my own early-warning system, namely heightened anxiety. Read the rest of this entry »
F*CK FEELINGS, by Michael Bennet & Sarah Bennet, might’ve been the best purchase I’ve made all year. The book’s premise falls somewhere between Nihilism and Buddhism, which is exactly where I fall, so it speaks to me. It’s about “managing expectations, accepting limitations, and wrangling Assholes,” and it’s done in a very frank and often hilarious way (314).
It does use fuck a lot, but that word doesn’t bother me at all. Sometimes FUCK is the best, most expressive, appropriate word one can use. In this book, it is used well. It’s a book about “letting go” without using that tired, old, annoying, oh-so-spiritual phrase. Better than “letting go” is learning not to give a flying fuck. It’s freedom. As someone who frequently utters the word fuck, I reject the notion that only unintelligent or inarticulate people use profanity. I adhere to the concept that people who use profanity are more honest.
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