Soft & Warm

One-week-old bunnies, by Oh Joy! Rabbits make me happy. Look at those precious little munchkins! I bet their tummies are really soft and warm.

Personal update: Yesterday I went to therapy for the first time in about a month--my therapist was on vacation or something--and it was good but rough. More stuff came up than I expected. I really miss having a relationship, but there are so many knotty problems with me and romance.

Taken 1/17/2014

Artsy outtakes from this post.

Floral Self-Portraits

I think part of the reason why I like taking pictures of roses, and flowers in general, is that they can come out gorgeous without me having to do much (if any) artistic work. It's not really that I put together a nice photo, but rather that roses are simply lovely.

Currency

// background // dollar roses //

I made this simplistic collage to go with a post about money on my main blog, but I ended up not liking the image I put together. So here it is instead.

Writing Reminder

Some of the most memorable authorial advice I ever got was from Anne Lamott's Bird by Bird. This is how it sticks in my head (although I'm sure the original phrasing was better): "Write, and more will come."

The idea behind this is that you shouldn't "save" your ideas. Use them as they occur to you, instead of waiting until a future date when you might be more capable, have a better venue, or whatever it is. Work with the material that excites you, right away! Anne Lamott promises that you won't run out of good concepts, and I have found that to be true.

This blog notwithstanding. HA.



The photos in this post are just what came up when I searched "anne lamott" on Flickr. Both of them link back to their sources, which are Warwick's Books and Luther College _ Photo Bureau (yup, including the mysterious underscore).

Star Hearts

Re: post title: I'm a romantic. So sue me.

Spotted & Pink With Crawling Ants

Perhaps I should have edited these photos beyond cropping, but I just wanted to get 'em posted and couldn't rouse the energy.

Yesterday I really did feel like trash. I wanted to pursue some creative project, and couldn't think of anything "good" to do, and thus was worthless and awful. It didn't help that I've been a social disaster lately. I always think that I'm gonna be okay, and then it turns out that I'm still me.

I can't wait 'til I get to have therapy again. Seven days.