Writing exercise 02/25/10

Today I spent most of the day working on a writing project--and all was good until I hit a wall. And then nothing would budge in my head. So frustrating. My poor husband had to put up with me. From here I began some exercises to work my brain out a bit. I started with different phrases, such as "I wonder", "It makes me tired when", and "I love". From there I typed for 5 minutes straight (at least) and refrained from editing. Here is one of my exercises and an illustration to go with it (keep in mind that I'm not an artist!)

Exercise three.

I wonder what it would be like to be a Cynthia. Not a Cindy, but a Cynthia. Or Cordelia. I know a cat who lives next door, and her name is Cordelia. Her fluffy calico coat can’t resist a petting when she’s called. Most days in the summer you’ll find her nestled onto her small porch in the vintage red wrought iron chair and cushion. Sometimes I walk over and call to her, “here, kitty, kitty! Hi sweet cordelia!”. And she is as sweet as her name. Now for a Cynthia, I picture a welcoming, curler wearing, lipstick swiping woman who makes friends with cats like Cordelia. If I were a Cynthia, I would keep a garden of roses, peonies, and Queen Anne’s Lace. I would love roast chicken, tea parties, and growing my own vegetables. Especially tomatoes. And crimini mushrooms. (How does one grow crimini mushrooms? Does one need to grow a forest first?). I would write my own books, and illustrate them, too! I would also stay up until midnight reading books, writing, and stroking my friend Cordelia.

If only I were a Cynthia.  

Roses.

Coffee Shop Exercise #1, January 20, 2010

Why do older men tend to walk with their mouths hanging open? In a sense, it is a bit endearing. White haired, bent over, with their own little routines and ways about them. But don't they worry about stray flies getting sucked into their open jaws and then shooting down their throat? What if their denture cream wears out--won't they risk their teeth flopping out onto the floor?


Perhaps it's a habit of concentration. The mind is working so furiously at the one task on hand that the mouth is forgotten. Or perhaps as you age your airways are limited. Blocked nasal passages force the throat to fling open the mouth.


Maybe it just that expressions and movement get more exaggerated over time? First off, anything connected to the head seems to grow to twice its normal size as one ages. Eyebrows, ears, lips, even the skin seems to grow and hand from the jowls. There is required much more effort to control and shift these with their increasing size. For example, an elderly man reaching into his breast pocket must, in order to see, scrunch up his chin, lift an eyebrow to move that pesky under-eye baggage, and open his mouth to catch his breath as his chin is pressing against his throat. In this process, the breathing becomes heavier and deeper. I forgot to mention the glasses hanging onto his scrunched nose for their very life. 

To this day, I may never know the reasons for such expressions and ways of going about. Not even when I transform into a white-hair someday, as I will never be a man with his mouth hanging open. Now an old lady with her mouth hanging open, that my friends, is possible.

Until next time,
LKK xo

Delinquent Writer.

It's true; I have been a delinquent writer. My fingers reach for the keys...only to draw back. They quiver. Wringing together, they attempt a second try. Third. Twentieth. And finally, here we are amongst the darkest hours of  Writers Block. Again, it's true that I haven't done much writing--at least on this blog. Or on any blog. Only scribbles here and there to be scattered among dejected notebooks from college classes filled with the initials of my crush.

 Alas, it is time. "I, Lindsay, promise to take thee, Creative Writing, and to uphold thee on a regular basis and to care for thee until death do us part." Or, until I decide my fingers and I are done. Perhaps this means I need a deadline? (Julie & Julia, I am inspired if not to eat, to make deadlines and follow them through, thank you.) I need to at least make a promise to uphold, such as "I promise to write two hours per week; Monday and Wednesday".

And here I revise my previous statement:
"I, Lindsay, promise to take thee, Creative Writing, and to uphold thee on a regular basis and to care for thee for two hours every week in sickness and health, sunshine or rainpour. Lord, help me. Amen."

Signing off for now,
Lindsay Kate xo

{Home}

Sometimes I feel like going 'home'. A perfect place that doesn't exist on this physical earth, yet that I see glimpses of around me. 

There are days and moments where I feel at peace and in complete contentment (usually days like today--a day of rest to enjoy my husband and the creation around me). Yet, quite often there's an lacking of something. An incompleteness.


I've recently discovered a photographer that has captured my idea of 'home'. She's embraced quiet beauty, soft light, and the beckoning of a daily-ness wrapped in a cloak of comfort. There's a sense of life, and yet, a quiet stillness about these photographs. The kind that accompanies you in the midst of a perfect cup of tea on a friendly spring day.


Check her prints out on Etsy and her blog,  Kristybee....The Blog. Thank you for your inspiring photographs, 'Kristybee'! 

{Wish list from Anthropologie}

If I could choose five things from Anthropologie, here's what I'd pick:

[1] Vintage radio

[2] Solid perfume; customs security can't take this one from you!

[3] Sassy rug with an awesome print!

[4] Cozy yet feminine sweater; fall and winter seem so much more inviting...

[5] Leather purse with taste;purse trinkets never felt so good...

{I delight in}...

There are truly too many things in this world to delight in. Yet, I leave you with three of them for this lovely Monday:

[1] Peacock feather earrings. I've only worn them once (they sit in my jewerly dish).

[2] sketching. I mostly hide them once I've sketched them (that's my sketch hidden behind the feather).

[3] Coffee. I can't consume enough. I'll take it any form and size.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get some work done...and drink some coffee...