It is Sunday morning and I look out my kitchen window, alarmed at the silence. There are no bird songs. No pigeons cooing, no seagulls screeching, crows cawing, sparrows … Continue reading Meanwhile, nature enchants.
Collaging helps me write and stay in process. Images of the era (in my case the late 40’s) trigger ideas and storylines. (Thank you to Darcy for collage night, the … Continue reading Collaging as writing process
I am obsessed with a photo of a young Lucy Knisley. So I had to sketch it in my journal. I am, by my superficial definition, an ugly person. “I … Continue reading I am obsessed with a photo of a young Lucy Knisley. So I had to sketch it.
Does anyone else (well, I know my daughter does) feel like David Sedaris (and his sister Amy) is a family member? I am that kind of fan. Sorry. Reading his … Continue reading A sock snapping turtle eating David Sedaris’ tumour. A handmade gift.
What was initially to be a short volunteer research project into a Vancouver cold case to support a theory championed by a retired homicide detective, became, for me [and continues … Continue reading Shaping non-fiction characters.
Rainy stay-inside sick day today. I have stayed in PJs and creative process. I spent the last few hours interpreting The Death and Burial of Cock Robin with ink, watercolour … Continue reading A quick creative project on last day of 2019: The Death and Burial of Cock Robin
I have never ceased to wonder at the thing we call human nature, with its time of beauty and its time of filthiness, or at the level of calm stupidity … Continue reading William March’s Company K (1933) studies- ink, watercolour, coffee, salt
I am on sabbatical/working remotely/dog and kitten sitting in San Francisco… life changing, soul searching, peaceful… no words suffice. The real lesson will show itself soon. It is finally here! … Continue reading “All you have to do now is allow…” Sabbatical reflections.
I am a collector. I love the details of seemingly mundane little objects. I collect discarded plants and nurse them back to life. I collect bits and pieces underneath the … Continue reading Here were valleys filled with tiny trees and minuscule, tangled vines…
Daily disciplined connection with my journal maintains my creative process and even though the entries are seemingly unrelated to my writing project… … they cleanse my brain and I am … Continue reading There are times of no ideas… – Lynda Barry (but there is always process)
Frederick Charles Jones September 12, 1927 – July 9, 2019