I hope you don’t mind #PPF

I do not have anything new of my own to share today- we(the girls and I) are busy getting our plots ready to plant our garden in very soon and I haven’t really been up to much besides that and our normal happenings. (I have big, probably unrealistic hopes for this year-I want a veggie patch,a flower patch and a sunflower house for my Littles.)

My husband however, has been very busy adding to his Youtube channel so I hope you don’t mind me sharing what he has been up to. (As he has no blog of his own.)

This is one of his newest (he drew and posted it today) and one of my favorites so far, but it’s a little long(20 minutes)

You might have to scan ahead if you want to watch it but don’t want to watch the full thing.

Again, hoping that this is okay and I hope to have my own work to share come next Friday!




The night wind screeched through the trees and chilled Meg to the bone.

“He’ll be back soon, I know he will,” she thought

She tried to make herself as small as possible. If they came, it wouldn’t matter. The Beings would sense her very heartbeat no matter how still she stayed or how close to the ground she kept herself. Her stomach rumbled reminding her why Ryder had ventured out to begin with.

Was that the wind that screeched?

When The Beings want you, you can’t stay hid for long-

When The Beings see you, you are as much as gone……


Linking to Friday Fictioneers, an awesome 100 words of flash fiction link up hosted by the talented Madison Woods

Love breath,#PPF

Quick sketch I did this morning, I think it would make a fun painting.

Love breath

Worked on this before Valentine’s day but finished it just this week.

It seems like ages since I last did a Paint Party Friday(most probably because it has been ages!) I haven’t been as productive as I would like to have been.

A sudden urge to clean absolutely everything and get caught up on laundry(our washing machine was broken for three weeks and we tried to get by washing the bare minimal at our laundromat). I couldn’t put my finger on it but I’ve been really restless and wanting everything tidy and organized I want to have a fresh start before we carry on through the year…then my daughter was telling me that the first day of Spring falls on the 20th of this month and I had to chuckle. I’m not going crazy(yet) my body was just telling me that I needed to do some Spring cleaning.

It’s not glamorous or anything but it is needed this year I have been a little lapse in keeping on top of everything. Besides the catching up I’m also trying to introduce a family rhythm- not a schedule those do not work for us! Just a loose routine to follow on certain days. I think it’ll be good for the kids especially my youngest.

Hopefully when I come out of my temporary fog I will be ready to write and paint at more regular intervals I’m just fleshing out what the best time of the day for that is as my drop everything and do this right now method was not working for me or us! I’ve set up a little office nook in a corner of our living room and am thinking of ways to make our garage more friendly place to paint.

I’ve missed Paint Party Friday and also some writing communities while I’ve been away and because I enjoy it so much and you do so much to keep me inspired I’m making it a priority to participate again sooner than later!  (Starting with this submission for PPF 😉

Can’t wait to enjoy lots of wonderful artwork tonight!

La Chusa

It was a beautiful and starry night, that I remember for certain, but then he began to whistle.

“You must stop that.”

“What? Oh I’m sorry I should have asked if you minded me smoking.”

He stopped rolling the thin cigarette he had been focused on.

“I couldn’t give two rats whether you smoked or  not, I myself like cigars, but you must never whistle, not here and especially not at night.”

He laughed then, clear and lovely his laugh was, it echoed through the nectarine trees that we had chosen for our rendezvous.

“C’mon Estrella, you really hate whistling so much? Surely you are not serious.”

“Esteban you are not from here so I will excuse your laughter, but just respect my wishes. Do not whistle again.”

“Okay, maybe I will entertain your whim…but you must tell me why. I need to know that at least, you can’t keep it from me.”

I sighed, knowing that what I said would not seem believable, but I decided to try anyway.

“La Chusas live in this valley. They are women that have sold their soul to the devil himself. Every night they turn into half woman half bird creatures …and they eat human flesh. They only come out at night and they answer to whistles. If they hear a fool whistling at night they will come and they will devour the one who is whistling.”

The words barely dropped from my mouth before I heard laughter erupt from Esteban’s lips. He was nearly doubled over and hitting the knee of the dressy black slacks that he always took so much pride in. It angered me, I had expected this reaction, but it angered me anyway.  I turned and began to walk back to the chapel where everyone else was still celebrating.

“No, no my little star come back, don’t be that way. I’m sorry, come here.”

He opened his arms and entreated  so I stepped forward and let him envelop me, I did like him after all, I just didn’t like to be teased. I could smell his fancy cologne as soon as I got close to him. It was subtle, not like the gallons of cheap stuff the other town men practically bathed in. I took a deep sniff and enjoyed the moment. He was new in town and I liked how he differed from everyone else. I loved that he took pride in how he looked, I rolled my eyes when my brother said he was like a women. He was clean and he always dressed nice, he talked about all sorts of things and places that I had never even heard of, he interested me immensely.

But damn him if he didn’t start whistling again. I threw him off me and I could feel my blood start to boil. No one knows my temper when I’m really vexed. I try to control it so much, but I really am only a moment away from going off at any minute. I turned again and I could hear the idiot whistling behind me. He was whistling some song I had heard my mother sing when I was still little, back when she was still alive. He was whistling and twirling, only stopping to laugh before starting again. I was pissed I couldn’t help it, it’s what being made fun of does to me, it’s what whistling does to me. You’d think a clear warning would stop people but it never does. They know what will happen but they have to go out and stand in a damn field and whistle to test me anyway. I felt the feathers erupting from my skin as he continued. It hurts a little but I’ve gotten used to it by now. He didn’t see me. I’m sure he had expected me to come back to him; I don’t think he was expecting the form I choose to come back.

That man really was lovely in spite of everything, I could almost regret what happened. But he was so very foolish…he was also pretty tasty though.

While I was gone…

I have been gone from this space and my other..forever. And yes that is a slight exaggeration- but only slight.

There are reasons, my keyboard being left on our coach while I got up to make a coffee and then ending up getting stepped on, possibly even jumped on and becoming unusable was one of them. But I found an extra one late last week so I hope to be back and writing on a regular basis. (Yay! Trust me I need the outlet- there are pages of barely readable (I have horrible handwriting) very badly written  poetry lying around the house that prove that fact.

When not writing horrid poems I also got caught up on all the episodes of Downton Abbey and Once Upon a Time that I had missed, thank you online streaming. 🙂

When I wasn’t completely  immersed in that magic  I was finishing my painting(tree lady), getting frustrated with my remaining painted wine bottles- they’re just not coming out like I wanted,making a few clay dolls (some of which have actually not gotten broken) and sewing felt plays capes for my youngest daughter’s fairy dolls.

Which is actually something I feel comfortable giving a lot of time to right now- the sewing, crafting stuff I mean. I go through …seasons? Sometimes I want to write a lot and sometimes I want to paint a lot and sometimes I just want to craft(all day but pesky things like feeding people and having clean clothes interrupt). I think that maybe I never truly excel in anything because it is impossible for me to devote myself completely to one area- I’m fickle. I’m working on it.

I’m about to post something I did manage to write for my writing group last week. It was a godsend that I picked a 30 minute prompt to work on rather than chose to submit a longer piece. It meant that I was able to borrow my husband’s computer for thirty minutes and I had the added bonus of him keeping an eye on the time for me- he’s working on a new website for custom tattoos and running into issues- tearing him away from his screen for 30 minutes was almost pushing my luck. 😉

I need to work on a schedule, I say this to myself way too many times  but I do feel the need for one. There are just so many things that I want to find the time for and so many things that I feel like I should make time for- I’d like very much to not feel stressed about any of it. I want more stillness in my life but I’m so naturally all over the place myself I find that a hard thing to imagine.

Didn’t my last post promise no more rambling?



I’ve been feeling off lately- it’s why I haven’t updated either of my blogs- I have ideas but putting them to paper hasn’t been happening. Thankfully that doesn’t mean that I’ve not been painting or writing off-blog.

I’ve recently become a member of a local writing group that I met through Nanowrimo. Taking part in the meetings has been really helpful towards making makeself carve out time for my writing.  I was inspired to start working on a Dystopian novel(or short story, seeing where it goes!) The group is fabulous and full of very talented writers so I’m trying my best not to let my two or three demons out to dampen that for me.

Depression, Feelings of Inadequacy and Social Phobia are my nemesis. They strike out whenever they can(usually when I’m trying to pursue growth)and I’m just willing them to go away and leave me alone this time.

I’ve also decided to show some of my artwork at the Chicken Farm (local art hangout) tomorrow. I just dove into that and am hoping for the best! Bear with me I won’t always ramble, I promise.

Evaporated (100-words, Flash Friday)

“Get off of this bus this instant, young lady!” Mommy stood in the aisle clenching her lips into a hard red line and tapping a high heeled leg.
“Momma, I can’t I just can’t he’s out there.”
“Come on lady, get your kid moving, some of us have a job to go to,” someone yelled.
“Oh pipe down, you. Stacey Marie Thompson if this is about that little boy from school who’s a little odd, I do not want to hear it. Get up and get off the bus, now.”
So I did and now she’s gone.
Written for the 100 word challenge photo prompted challenge that Madison Wood hosts every Friday. Check it out to find what others have written up for this, great place to find awesome 100 word flash fiction and also to contribute your own.