Look at this sweet red Woody that’s come to join the fleet. Surfboard included.
IYKYK. ❤ 💔
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Look at this sweet red Woody that’s come to join the fleet. Surfboard included.
IYKYK. ❤ 💔
Yesterday morning I stepped outside just after daybreak and looked toward the tall trees on the other side of our back fence. First, I noticed the dance of tiny hummingbirds in and out of the top branches. Then I saw one of my favorite sites: a tiny sliver of the moon. This one’s a waning crescent moon, which makes me think of fall (a welcome prospect).
I mentally began composing a poem to that moon, but when I came inside, there were dogs to feed, meds to be given and taken, and the busy-ness of the day at hand. By late afternoon today, hopefully I can remember my thoughts from yesterday morning and get that poem on paper. If not, maybe I have a moon collection of magnetic poetry to dip into.
ETA: Though I wished him a happy one in messages, today’s Jim’s birthday, and I will always happily celebrate him. I love you, Jim! ❤️
Last Christmas, Tom received several small wooden puzzles from Debby, Tim, and me. They come in their own wooden box with a picture of the completed puzzle, and many of the pieces are cut into the shapes of animals, like this. (I should have photographed them with something to give you a better idea of their tiny scale.)
This is the first of his puzzles he’s done: an octopus.
He said assembling this type of puzzle requires a different process from the usual puzzles we do. I think the end result is beautiful, and I look forward to seeing the others.
Trying to decide if there’s something crafty I can do with my Magnetic Poetry tin, which was damaged in the Harvey flood of August 2017.
Especially the interior.
When Tom took it down off a high shelf for me, he could tell something was inside it, and it turned out to be magnets that were once on the refrigerator inside the Doll House at The Compound. I’d forgotten all about my David magnets, which I think were from our late friend Jeff. After my mother moved away and the Doll House was empty, it became a guest house, as well as a place where my business was located, my dolls were in display cases, and it was available for friends and me to use for meetings and social gatherings.
Later, when Timothy moved to Houston, the Doll House became his home, and I think he may have added the magnetic words that were also in the tin.
For your Tiny Tuesday regard, here are some of David’s fun fashions. I guess I’ll leave out the unclothed version, since exquisite art seems to be labeled as X-rated by people who see only through the lens of sexualizing all things.
My newest action figure from FCTRY: ZELENSKY.
Volodymyr Oleksandrovych Zelenskyy is a Ukrainian politician and former comedian and actor who is the sixth and current president of Ukraine since 2019. Born to a Ukrainian Jewish family, Zelenskyy grew up as a native Russian speaker in Kryvyi Rih, a major city of Dnipropetrovsk Oblast in central Ukraine.
Born: January 25, 1978 (age 45 years)
Backdrop photo: April 2022 ©Joseph O. Holmes of original sticker art on wall by brooklynbitchbakery.
Fourth book is read, edited, printed, done. Starting that same process on the fifth book today. (ETA: Fifth book edits did not happen.)
Not sure if you remember these six 8×10-inch paintings using spirograph “flowers” I colored to represent the first six books in the Neverending Saga. They hang over the windows in the writing sanctuary.
Colored some more of the flowers in preparation for painting a few much smaller canvases. Added a nickel to this photo to provide a sense of the tiny scale.
Looking forward to seeing what happens!
ETA: All cut out now and awaiting their destiny. =)
It’s work to love, but the small print is tough. I have post-surgery prescriptions for both my bifocals and my computer glasses, and you’d think after several months of vision misery, I’d have raced to get my new pairs of glasses. But you’d reckon without the heat, the other demands on my time, and my currently-limited driving.
I’ve reread the first book in the saga, made edits, and it’s ready to print. Today I start my reread of the second book. I’ve learned I need to pick my glasses from my (top to bottom) older bifocals, computer, and last year’s bifocals, because what may seem to work is not always the best choice, and even when I pick the best choice, my eyes easily tire, and moving on to a different pair helps. I plan to take a day’s break between each manuscript I read.
The novels themselves are a pleasure to revisit, however. Looking forward to the day they’ll be ready to release to 1. no fanfare 2. a world that barely reads 3. no way to classify as a genre to find an audience 4. no publisher/industry oversight 5. the potential distaste from anyone who liked what I’ve written before 6. the people who do read but don’t read ebooks 7. this is a list that can go on and on and on and it’s not unique to me. Writing is not a best choice for the faint of heart or the glory seeker or the person who just wants to be a storyteller telling stories about people who are all storytellers in their individual ways.
Sorry to be late on this.
I was finishing a new painting that would work to represent the manuscript I just completed. Although it’s the sixth book, and I have six Spirograph paintings, I wanted one that looked more autumnal, since most of this takes place in the fall and early winter of 1974. It’s a book in which a lot of plot lines from the previous three books wrap up. As you might guess from the items, some of my characters could be experiencing a new baby, others a wedding, and you never know when a golden egg could show up.
On to the seventh book of the Neverending Saga, and may it be less challenging to write than the sixth. In truth, the sixth was also fun to write because it asked a lot of me.
I’ve mentioned it before, but my eReaders are tiny libraries with lots and lots of books. I’ll occasionally binge-download several, and then I’ll forget the ones I haven’t read (especially since I also have plenty of unread books in print on the library and living room shelves–do any readers ever catch up their TBR pile?).
Usually as soon as I finish a book from either the Nook or the Kobo and Kindle apps on my iPad, I’ll go to my online Goodreads library and add it to the titles I’ve read. Usually. Last week, I realized I was behind in listing the ‘Nathan Burgoine titles I’ve read, and I also read some new-to-me titles last week and this week. It’s fun to find character names in his stories (like, a couple named Rhonda and Lindsey, the use of the last name Byrnes, and a couple named John and Matt–all names of real-life mutual friends of ‘Nathan’s and mine).
I can’t say for sure what dates I finished all these, but they’ve now been added to my Goodreads library. I have three of ‘Nathan’s books in print versions–Light, and the first two in a series, Triad Blood and Triad Soul, (with Triad Magic yet to come).
I also have a print copy of his latest release, Stuck With You, on the way and am looking forward to reading it. I haven’t tried reading physical books yet–with eBooks, I can adjust the light and font for my recuperating vision.
Below are ‘Nathan’s ebooks I’ve read over the past couple of weeks or in years past, a wonderful blend of romance, spec fiction, LGBTQIA+, and a mix of friends and birth/found/chosen family (chosen family being an element of all my fiction, as well).
In Memoriam (magic/psychic/other, chosen family, humor); Of Echoes Born (anthology, fantasy, queer); Exit Plans for Teenage Freaks (young adult, fantasy, romance, LGBTQIA+); Saving The Date (light erotica, gay romance, co-written with Angela S. Stone).
Handmade Holidays; Faux Ho Ho; A Village Fool; A Little Village Blend; Felix Navidad
Romance, chosen family, friendship, young adult to senior, LGBTQIA+, and a bit of magical realism. These are all part of ‘Nathan’s Little Village series and don’t have to be read in order; locations and characters are shared among them and can also cross over from some of his other works.
It’s June 20, the release date of the movie Jaws in 1975. Since I’m homebound post-surgery, Tom has been doing the errand running, and last week he picked up this tiny tin of mints for me.
I was delighted! I’m not really a fan of horror films, even less so as I’ve aged, but I loved Jaws and it began my fascination with sharks (the movie regrettably did them a disservice). I also liked the Peter Benchley novel it was based on. I saw only the first sequel, and though it was silly, true confession, I watched it in the theater with altered perceptions, so I enjoyed it on that level.
Here’s the back of the tin. The tiny mints are cherry flavored (I laughed that they are Amity Island Sours), and they’re in the shape of shark teeth.
As for the tagline on the front, of course YouTube provides a clip.
One of my favorite accounts on Instagram is The Life of Sharks. Now and then, Christian Talbot and Sophie Hodge provide a cartoon with a good Jaws reference, and here’s one with backstory on Captain Quint, the shark hunter in the video.