Look what one rock can do

At times, I can feel myself fading a little more with each year. Age and ache eat my heart out. I remember as a teenager waiting for the bus and staring at a bright moon in the early blue sky burning like a coin. How that moon fire cut me to the quick! Now I find myself snapping at embers and wondering if I was only ever shadow dreaming of soul. 

But I gather strength from this little stubborn rock that braved flooding from the Red River:

Against the overwhelming muck, 

the stone stood firm and made a pattern 

of cracks and light,

 proving even one little rock 

has power 

in itself.

Summer Daze

So Animal Crossing New Horizons has turned out to be the best cyber staycation ever. At least for my mini me avatar, Ellabelle of Mirage!

I can't believe summer is more than half over. After losing so much of the year to health problems, I am stealing back every moment of normal that I can. And I'm also trying to get back into my writing groove. I'm very excited for the SCBWI conference coming up this weekend, as well as the SCBWI Regional Dakotas conference in September.

My scifi verse novel Bad Species is 1/4 done, and Agent Regalia...cough cough...that will hopefully be done by June 2021. Assuming the world doesn't end or something so 2020.

A wish still holds light, too.

My father, my last living parent, passed away this May. Beliefs in an afterlife are often complicated things, but even so . . . a wish still holds light, too.