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A Hard Decision


With NaNoWriMo coming up fast, I’ve decided to forgo the rest of #Inktober. The story the first ones of the month prompted will be rewritten possibly as the main NaNo 50K or as part of a threesome I need to finish from before. I will use the prompts in the story and make drawings or sketches.

There is only one week to prepare for the three projects.

What made me decide this? I haven’t played my recorders for days. Having too much to do only makes me feel guilt. Guilt makes me unproductive. So I need to figure out my time better to keep it free and fun.

Back to making music.

One-liner Wednesday


What we give power has power.

This One-liner Wednesday was brought to us by Linda G. Hill.

The quote is from The Good Witch Season 6 Episode 2. Just happened to be watching for fluff entertainment while getting things done.

By the way, I watch this on NetFlix when I need something in the background to look up at so my eyes can rest a moment from close work.

Frustrations and Wins


Have you ever had the kind of day where one thing that needs to get done takes over your whole day as you try to resolve the first issue? Yeah, that is the kind of day I had. I couldn’t even get to my Zoom writers meeting because a medical team called (yes, they were there way after hours to accomplish all they need to do, so it must be universal). I thought I was done but then a dozen of other problems showed up like why wasn’t my cell working the autopayment should have gone through. Oops, yet new bank. Ugh! And in the past I could handle things like this, but having cataracts makes everything hard. Working on the computer is worst as no glasses seem to help. And certain things can’t be done on the phone, especially when I have huge fingers that never hit the right things. No, they aren’t huge. It just seems like it. And I’ve decided that that is the issue with not getting my inking or story done. To see what I am doing the light has to be just right, the glasses and closeness of the drawing paper have to be just right. Cursive writing falls into the same issue. So I have done a lot of stress-knitting to help. And my husband just served me chamomile tea. Yeah, he’s sweet, but that was in self-defense, I think. So to cut this short I will share the YouTube of the tutorial to cut hair to chin-length bob that I followed. I’m very happy with the results. My husband loves it. He even went to the back and took care of strays.

I wish I could take a picture of the hair without all the wrinkles and saggy neck from losing weight. But just take a look at the hair on the Bitmoji. Or Laureen’s (above) end results to get the idea.

Making Monday


I’ve been working on the drawings but I’m not done yet. And I know more story but both can wait until tomorrow.

Meanwhile, two more socks are toed.

And I cut my hair, closer to the length of my Bitmoji.

Story Sunday


I got more of the story written to go with #inktober, but I haven’t finished the pictures. If I get the time I’ll start adding the pictures. Just a bit of a review Crystal was leading the pickle flavored guard, William, and her new friend Cindy to her trailer.

Crystal led the trio to her trailer. It was a cozy RV. “William, take these and hit the shower.” Crystal tossed him a towel and a sweatsuit “It’s a little too big for me so it’ll probably fit you. At least until your uniform is clean and dry. Toss them out before you shower and I’ll wash the clothes.”

After his shower, William sat in his temporary sweat clothes beneath the clock. The ticking was louder than the rain on the roof.

Cindy started laughing.

“What?” William asked as he finger combed his mop on top. “There wasn’t a good gel to contain this mess!”

Even with the dryer balls bouncing in rotation the tick tock grew louder.

“Hey!” Cindy jumped up and pointed to a stream of water leaking from the ceiling.

Crystal grabbed a pot to capture the flow. It filled quickly. “Oh, boy! That’s a big one!” Crystal was getting stressed. William saw the crystals in her eyes. He knew what that meant. He looked around and noticed the football helmet. He looked under the sink and found the stuff for stopping leaks. He donned the helmet. “It’ll keep my hair out of my eyes”

William went straight out into the rain and climbed up the ladder on the back of the RV. He found the hole on the roof and plugged it.

Back inside soaking wet again, William looked at Crystal. “I don’t suppose you have another sweatsuit?”

“No, but there’s a robe hanging in the bathroom.”

They tossed the sweats in the dryer.

William felt silly in the satiny robe but it was far better than another hallucinating session.

Everyone sat near the fireplace. It wasn’t real. But it did warm them physically and calm their souls like a real fireplace.

“How did you come by your name, Crystal?” Cindy asked.

There that’s the story so far now I have to get busy on the drawings and continue the story later hope you enjoyed it.

Not really.

If I hadn’t been working on these:

I might have finished my Inktober drawing and story. Thank goodness for Stream to get a blog published today. And putting off for later what could have been done yesterday and this morning.

Oh, and then. If only I could leave a loom open rather than immediately setting up the next pair of socks, I would have had more writing time. But gifts want to be given.

So I’d have a horse ranch if wishes…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “if.” Start your post with the word “If.” Enjoy!

Unfinished Friday, #Inktober


I had planned to finish my #Inktober for the last three days but, life, you know? I even know where the story goes, so, here’s the first sketch. I’ll finish the rest and add ‘compass’ tomorrow somehow. Below the roof, tick, and helmet sketch.

This Came Today


Sorry. No pick of tick or roof or helmet. I’ll do that tomorrow.

Meanwhile, I’m pretty jazzed with my UPS delivery. No, not the Kalimba. I got that a couple months ago. The book that came with it was unclear. So I ordered that big book. Bonus–I can play the songs on the recorders as there are no sharps and flats. I’m just barely learning those on the recorder. And I have no idea how one would make that happen on the Kalimba. I do love the sound on this beautiful instrument.

One-liner Wednesday


Doesn’t it seem that the more you want to do in a day the less time you have?

This One-liner Wednesday is brought to us by Linda G. Hill. Thank you!


Finally, done with the things like my walk, winter clothes out, and summer put away. Hey, did I tell you I’ve managed another 36+ hour fast? I’m pretty jazzed about that. It has taken me a LONG time to get to this point. I decided Sunday is best for the day to skip food. It gets more of a spiritual feeling as I try to find which things to focus my thoughts on. And just like the fast I did with my husband for his procedure last week, I find the hours 24 and 25 the most difficult. After that, it is a piece of cake. I broke that fast with two slices of bread with butter and one egg. And I didn’t get sick from it! Yay!

The fall progress picture was taken after my walk.

The trees and mesquite bushes are shedding quite a lot.

So on to my #Inktober submission and a continuation of the story.

“Crystal, wake up!” Her fan was shaking her.

“Go away. Let me sleep!” Crystal groaned. Then she rolled over. She was cold. She pulled on her hood and stuck her hands in her pockets. “Oh, it’s over?”

The fan was surprised. “Yeah. What was all that? Was it real?” The fan held out her hand. “Cindy, by the way. My name is Cindy.”

Crystal took Cindy’s hand and allowed Cindy to help Crystal to her feet. “Hi, Cindy! What happened?” Crystal knew. But each of her helpers experienced these things far differently from what Crystal knew as the truth.

“Were you a lizard? Who killed the guard? And should we go help that guy?” Cindy asked and pointed to another corner where a barrel seemed to be calling out with a hand waving. “And what is that sour smell?”

Crystal sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose. “Ew! Yeah. What is that?”

Crystal and Cindy walked toward the barrel. As they got closer, the word ‘Pickles’ gave them the odor’s origin. “They must be rotten pickles.” Crystal stated. She reached into the barrel and pulled out a man in a soggy green uniform. A puffy sopping hat was in his other hand.

“William! How did you get in here?” Crystal asked.

“There was a huge wind. It blew off my hat. The hat fell into the barrel. I had to go in and get it. But that was when I got stuck. I’m so glad you found me before I was pickled.”

Crystal laughed. She understood how all this happened. She wanted to hug her friend, but, ick! “Let’s go back to my trailer, and I’ll explain it all to both of you.
After you shower and change into clean clothes, that is. You’re quite the guard, Will! And you were put into quite the pickle!” She laughed again.

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