Yallwest this year has been cancelled and they switched it to an online event called Y’all Stay Home, to support the quarantine. I spent a lot of time Sunday night looking at the panels and the special events and scrolling through the authors who are participating.
I can smell the ocean and the salt. I can see the bright Southern California sunshine and Downtown Los Angeles. I can see the overpasses and exchanges. To this day, it blows my mind that someone designed those and hundreds of people drive across them without them collapsing on the road below them. An architect of roads, I am not.
The author line-up page is this beautiful spread in alphabetical order and next to the author’s name is the cover of their most recent book. I browsed through the page, clicking on the author’s picture, visiting their website and reading about their books.
I miss browsing bookstores.
I have loved you as long as I can remember.
Well, I’ve loved the washing and drying and the sorting prior to washing.
I have never loved the putting away.
Via Ashlee Gad, the creator of Coffee + Crumbs, on her personal Instagram Tuesday night of last week, I was made aware of Callie Feyen’s $10 download “Forty Days of Writing the Everyday”. I bought it that night and then promptly put it off. And now I have 6 mins (writing this yesterday) before we need to let the dogs out and then head out so of course I’m taking the time do this now. Here’s to writing for 40 days.
I thought about this prompt all day Wednesday, after downloading the prompt list Tuesday night. I wanted to wait until breakfast was more glamorous so I could justify writing about it. Which is ironic really when the deeper point behind this 40-day writing journey is to find the beauty in my everyday life, to just be present, and write about it.
And so, here we are.
Last night, my party and I rushed to help my hometown from an invasion from a weird upside-down horseshoe-shaped portal, with a pink-ish light coming from the middle and growing bigger as the battle continued. There were five of us—Nekoluga Darkstorm, tabaxi monk; Big One, furbolg druid; Margay, the gnome ranger and his wild boar Brumble (the newest members of our party), and myself, Allayah, a human monk.
This year one of my goals is to read my Bible everyday. I’ve always thought a chronological Bible would be cool to read and I’ve been curious to try the Christian Standard Bible (CSB version), so November-ish of last year, I bought one. For the beginning of 2020, I’m starting in EXODUS. And while, 16 days out of 25 isn’t perfect, it’s way better than I’ve done in past years.
Along those same lines though, I’ve wanted a way to record things I’ve learned along the way–fun, random, interesting, etc. The detailed-me is cringing that I didn’t think of this the very first day of 2020 (or when I first started reading this chronological Bible), but that’s okay! Another one of my goals is to write here more, so I’m going to start with Weeks 2 and 3.
I came across the application for More Love Letters (MLL) accepting writers for their blog in a Facebook group. Writing applications for blogs have always scared me. Filling this one out solidly moved me out dreaming about writing for others and firmly into the Writer category.
I received an email from More Love Letters saying they wanted me to submit a trial piece on “What it feels like and looks like to move again after just a year and two months.” Complete with guidelines and a deadline. My first reaction was tears, closely followed by, “Why this topic?” (I think, in the application I had to submit four or five topics I could write about, and this was one of the ones I submitted.) And then I got to work.
The Ember Letters // Where I document things about the Baby Dinosaur.
Happy two months Baby Dinosaur! I’m sorry you had to get shots today, but I hope spending the day with Mommy and taking pictures next to your purple unicorn made up for it. What a difference a month makes: you are holding your head up and you’re so much more alert now. You keep your eyes open longer and you’re just taking us all in.
In the last month, you’ve spit-up nailed me really good…twice! I burped you for the first time ever—actually, you are the first baby I’ve ever burped—and I felt like I was beating you up. Continue reading
I will be 28-years old in a month and half-ish. I will celebrate my 6th wedding anniversary this summer. I don’t roll well with change and my default is emotional. I think too hard and I laugh too loud. I’m still so naive and I still can’t really pick up on sarcasm. I love fictional characters too much and I am super protective of my people. Ant and I don’t celebrate Valentine’s day; we’re basically an old married couple already haha.
I work 40 hours a week. I have health care and a solid beginner emergency fund and we budget every month. I am responsible to a T and don’t know how to take days off for fun.
But I love the color yellow and the smell of books (new, old, and used.) The sound of rain is music.
In which I write out things I am grateful for, or personal wins in my life.
Today we both wore collared shirts to work. Anthony has been wearing one everyday for two months now. I wore my first one ever today. AND it has the name of the company on it! (It’s the little things, people.) It’s my second-ever company shirt. I received my first company t-shirt literally two days ago. (McDonald’s doesn’t count.)