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Tiny Tuesday!

Back in March, just before my birthday, I posted a photo of a wee, rusted iron skillet that once was used as an ashtray by my parents. I included a snap from social media with this fun information about the proper care of an iron skillet:

Just after that, I received a different kind of iron skillet from Timothy for my birthday.


A wee iron guitar! Though I have to say, I was skeptical since it included no instructions regarding riddles and blood moons.

Just for fun, I did use it in early May for baking:

Not sure who got the little piece of guitar cornbread, Tom or Tim.

It has more functionality as a spoon rest when I’m cooking in my larger cauldron iron skillet, like today for this simmering tomato sauce.

Speaking of cauldrons, I’m not currently writing. I’m staying inside, cool and calm, while falling into a new world of witches, vampires, and daemons thanks to the first book in a series Princess Patti recommended. More on that as the month ends.

Tiny Tuesday!

Who gave me this stack of books ornament? I have guesses, but since I can’t ferret out an account of it on my blog (I feel sure there is one), I’m uncertain.

How many books do you count in the stack? Seven? Eight? Depends on whether you see the bottom as one book or two skinny books. I can’t put my hand on this ornament–I cropped this shot out of an old photo–so I’m not sure.

All this uncertainty makes me think of the Neverending Saga.

I’ve been working on the fifth book for what feels like a decade. It’s because I’d already written something that’s in it early last year, and it became Book Interrupted while I undertook a major reorganization of everything that preceded it. (I like how I’m rambling on about this as if anyone cares about process or really even these books, except two people who might read this and say I CARE; WRITE!)

I felt so close to the end of this book. It was getting overlong, and I knew I’d probably delete or tighten up some stuff. I had a rough idea what I thought were two to three important chapters that would bring it to a close. And then…

Two characters were all, NOPE. THIS is the end of this book. You learned that we are good closers when you rewrote the first book. Stop here and figure out a way to present those other chapters in BOOK SIX.

Nooooo. I knew exactly how I wanted the sixth book to begin, and this will mess up The Plan. My facial expression looks a lot like the one on the sun ornament in this photo.

Apparently, they are the boss of me. I’m doing a reread and then letting it go to the two people mentioned above without the chapters that I thought were the ending.

This means there’ll be some coloring in my future while I ponder the next book. It also means that I, once again, despair of ever ever ever ever getting out of 1974.

Could be worse. After all, 2020 feels like it’s lasted a decade, too, but in a deplorably non-fiction way.

Tiny Tuesday!

Annually, the second Tuesday of July is Cow Appreciation Day. In honor of the occasion, I took out the herd for a photograph. Three of them had broken legs, so I took out my gun. MY GLUE GUN!

I mended their legs. Some have been mended before, but if you own things, you know that mendings are often a process. Mend; break; repeat. As it happens, the glue in the gun is a silver glitter glue, and since I don’t waste supplies, the cows can appear to be wearing silver bracelets at the broken places. Classy cows!

Here, they graze for dust under the benevolent eyes of their Cow Queen. Long may she reign.

Also in honor of the day, Jack hurled up what appeared to be the contents of all four of a cow’s stomachs. I’ll need more time to recover from that than he will.

Yes, I DO know that all the Blue Dog cows were to have been destroyed because George Rodrigue didn’t give his permission. I was lucky enough to get one as a gift from Amy before that happened. NOPE, the cow is not for sale. No need for anyone to email me tragic stories of a relative whose dying wish is to own this cow, as happened last time. I’m 135 years old. I’ve heard a few cow cons in my time.

Tiny Tuesday!

That time you’re about to take your purchases to the counter at Cactus Music, but as you walk by a shelf, you glance over, and you can hear Jimi singing, “And the wind cries…”

What? Did Jimi just say “And the wind cries take me home with you?” Pretty sure that’s what I heard, and one does not, DOES NOT, ignore a request from the greatest guitar player of all time.

Tiny Tuesday!

Found in parking lot: abandoned car, size approximating a Hot Wheels or Matchbox vehicle (made in China; off-brand).

Condition: poor: shattered windows, front, rear, and sides; crushed roof; broken rear axle.

I’m no insurance claims adjuster, but I’m tagging this one as totaled. The good news is that I believe no humans or dogs were harmed in its destruction.

Tiny Tuesday!


“Here’s to the lens in which you see the world!” Geri wrote when she sent this adorable ornament of tiny retro spectacles for my birthday in March. They make me smile and help me keep writing the world I see through the lens of my imagination.


Another shot next to a nickel to help show how small they are.

Writing these novels has been an interesting journey and is ongoing.

Been holding on to this one since April 18.

Tiny Tuesday!


I photographed my Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s “Judgmints” next to my mouse so you could see how tiny the tin is. The mints are also tiny and taste a little like Altoids but are softer.

They pair well with my latest candle purchase which joins others, including Stevie, in creating a good writing atmosphere for me today. I need it because I’m frustrated with myself for forgetting to call a particular friend yesterday (before Mercury started that thing Mercury does today), and I’m pretending to ignore the dog who has gotten in trouble twice today. ETA: I also couldn’t solve my daily word puzzle (it isn’t Wordle; I think it predates Wordle). That usually means I’ll go back to it later and have an easier time, but then I accidentally saw the solution online. Dang it.

RBG products were purchased locally. I’m trying to curtail shopping online for a bit, just as I’ve curtailed social media for a bit. It’s a self-imposed test.

Tiny Tuesday!


My tiny Funko Edward arrived at the end of last week, and it was hard to wait until today to share him.


And then you sense a change
Nothing feels the same
All your dreams are strange
Love comes walkin’ in


So can’t ya see me standing here
I got my back against the record machine
I ain’t the worst that you’ve seen
Ah, can’t you see what I mean?

Ah, might as well jump (jump)
Go ahead and jump
Might as well jump (jump)
Go ahead and jump
Jump

At any time, it’s okay to let small things give you happiness. A dog’s grin. A dumb joke. A child managing an ice cream cone. A little memento of Edward Van Halen.

Tiny Tuesday!


Somewhere amid all that paint paraphernalia is a tiny VW van with its first layer of deep turquoise paint that I want its color to be. It’s the kind of detailed work that goes well with listening to more of the Barack Obama/Bruce Springsteen Renegades podcasts. Bruce in real time was born one year earlier than my fictitious musician, and though in some ways, their makeup is alike, in others, they are very different. I like hearing both Obama’s and Springsteen’s perspectives on the times in which the Neverending Saga is set.

I’ve just done a massive rewrite of several chapters, added some chapters among them, and now am on my last rewrite of a chapter. Then it will be all new writing until Book 5 ends, I can get the heck out of 1974, and move on to completely new writing in Book 6. I’m so looking forward to that.