I fell asleep last night before 8 p.m.
When I woke up at midnight, I was less than happy. There was at least another four hours of productivity ahead of me, and I squandered it because I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
During my attempt at a run yesterday, I passed an elderly couple jogging together.
When creating art, you can do whatever you want.
When creating art on Instagram, though, you really shouldn’t.
Coordinating schedules is one of my least favorite things to do in the world ever.
Tell me if this sounds familiar: “We should meet up sometime!” [months go by] “Oh hey! We should meet up sometime!” [more months] “I miss you! We should meet up sometime!”
And on it goes.
It’s weird, the things you learn about yourself when you become a stepmom. Especially if you’ve never been a mom before.
J.K. Rowling. Taylor Swift. Johnny Depp. You see their names and you think of one thing they’re known for.
And then there’s me and you.
If you ever dare show even a REMOTE interest in something that pops up on your newsfeed, good luck. That ad will not leave you alone ever again. Ever. For the rest of eternity.
I’ve made that mistake a few times. (Thank you, no, I swear I really don’t want that cheap dress that will fit me like a plastic bag hung over a mailbox. Please leave me alone.) But recently, there’s been one ad that I told myself I’d get around to actually trying someday.
It’s basically an online school, a bunch of video classes taught by professionals in their field. Including art stuff.
A lot of art stuff.
The lawn wasn’t ours. But we lay down on it anyway.
“We need to test its cloud-watching property,” my stepson said.
“Its what?” I asked.
Originally posted on musical nature:
I don’t always do ambient. Sometimes I fool around a bit, and create something completely out of the ambient/ambient house/experimental genres. I guess this could be considered experimental for me, but, I got my start decades ago DJ’ing… so this kind of thing brings me back to those days a bit. And now I give you, a few tracks from the Torchwood Archive. Give them a listen, and let me know what you think! Continue reading And now for something completely different…
The water was freezing. One half-step in and I let out a squeal.
But my stepdaughter had already dunked her head completely under and was swimming in the ocean like a little fish. She’s 6 years old, and fearless.