Chainmail, chain, and beads. Fun to wear, a BEST to untangle.
A gothic collar I made around 2015
I’ve not been working on my stories lately.
Writer’s block is a description of what I’d been experiencing, but a better word might be depression.
I went out into Maryville College Woods and walked for a few hours, chasing the wind.
I found my way into an orchard of sorts. Bumblebees zipped around pollenating the early-blooming flowers.
And I came out with a story.
I’m not outlining, I’m just writing and seeing what happens.
So far, I’m at 4k words with an 8k word goal, and I’m feeling really great about it.
I will not be fettered.
The proverbial “man” shall not reign over me.
My life and my creativity will not be wasted.
My whole life I have tossed coins into fountains hoping to be in a position of creativity.
Magic-infused water has always been in short supply.
I will be my own catalyst.
Today is day one.
I am no longer my own worst critic.
I am no longer afraid of the criticism of others.
I will show the world.
I will have success.
If only in my own mind.
I will create for myself, and I will be happy.
Stratford Butterfly at the sanctuary
I’ve been playing with my own identity lately. I wanted a simple logo that I can stamp on pictures or stories.
Here’s a first draft of something I came up with when I combined Norse runes Sowilo, Mannaz, and Hagalaz.
There’s meaning behind each rune, which I could tell you. But I prefer to keep my own meanings and warnings to myself.
There’s something so majestic about a field of flowers.