Guten tag, Arcians. Put on your rain boots and rain coats and bring your umbrellas and note pads. It’s going to be a downpour and something doesn’t feel quite right tonight…
Summer has camped out at the Peregrine household, making herself quite at ease, all 90+ degrees of herself. I slip the Labrador ice cubes and frozen bananas to cool her down as the Saint and I break out the fans and water jugs. Summer flits her radiant, sun bleached hair and twitters about, remarking about the rising level of humidity and how much she enjoys melting things…
The longer I live, the more appreciative I am of the Encouragers. Encouragers are the ones who give off genuine light, positivity and leave judgment at the door.
Erica’s story and words of encouragement are below. Around the 7:44 marker, I feel like these words could apply to writing a novel, as she explains how she felt after completing a marathon.
Keep going, Arcians. Stay the course.
Summer officially began last week. I love all the seasons but if I were asked to rank them they would follow as this, with the first being the most liked:
Summer is a time of great production–a humming of activity and doing. Everything is growing, producing and dancing in nature’s rhythms. Fall is a slowing down of the dance, a gathering up of cloaks and grains and storing food away. In Winter, the dancers freeze and rest. In Spring we thaw and prep ourselves all over again.
Check out Chelsea’s other blog, Arcians, all about the adventures of raising tiny humans and navigating that thing called motherhood. Cheers. ☺️🍼
Sitting in the kitchen,
Wond’ring at the food;
Knowing I should eat some
But I’m just not in the mood.
Later, in the bathroom,
Staring at my mien;
Looking for The Pregnant Glow
But only seeing sheen.
Somehow I daily make it,
Through a nause’us haze
Knowing that it’s not that bad
And there’re only 182 more days…
©2019 Chelsea Owens
Here it is, my vegan Crock Pot chili, one of the Saint’s favorites. Good anytime of the year, but especially in the Winter. High protein, high flavor, easy to make. Creates lots of leftovers unless you decide to eat it all in one sitting.
Take a break from writing Chapter 46 and let’s fuel up, shall we?
You’ll need a chef’s knife, can opener, a cutting board, a Crock-Pot and a frying pan. A Labrador with an intense gaze who also starred in your book is optional, but highly recommended.
I’ve been dealing with a particular breed of salespeople lately–Class D: Door to Door Solicitors. In America, they waltz right up to your door, knock loudly and ring doorbells. Their actions promptly wake up sleeping babies as they ignore posted warning signs and they release the hounds of doom to begin barking. They sell everything from politics, religion (I say this as a Christian) to tree cutting services. I understand people need to work, and we treat them with decency and polite firmness, but I don’t find this practice a good business model or even very polite.
The Saint and I recently bought two new No Solicitors signs from Etsy, as our old sign broke. We are putting these up in hopes to deter stealthy agents of capitalism. I’m also considering a moat with alligators and some zombie signs.
One day, though, I may just enact the following plan, as enacted in the beautiful video below. Who’s with me?
Bonjour, Arcians. Salut, achoo and gesundheit. Pencils at the ready, erasers cleaned and brightly pink? Well what are we waiting for then? We have a trip to Fairy Land today.
Lightning has hit twice. I have won the Terrible Poetry Contest for the second glorious time. And everyone rejoiced and roasted Oxford commas over cozy bonfires.
Want to join in on the terribleness? The new contest opens tomorrow. Check out Chelsea’s page for details.
Interested, fellow Arcians? Tail feathers all in a kerfuffle in anticipation? Are the bird louse just making you itch to jump in and participate? Then fly on over here for the shimmy and saddle on up to join. Keep on writing.
This month’s prompt: a place that inspired your writing.