The Porch Postscript

Currently Reading: Title:   Art Before Breakfast Author:   Danny Gregory Type:   Creativity I haven't finished this book yet but wanted to share how it's helping me change some of my creative habits.  In the first few pages of this book, Gregory talks about how to add five, ten or even 15 minutes of creativity to any busy schedule. While I'm not interested in drawing my daily breakfast, as he suggests, I have taken up the habit of sketching nearly every day. Below are the first five days of sketching I've done so far.  I can say that if I gain nothing else from this book it has encouraged me to pick up my pencil and return to sketching. Day 1: Day 2: Day 3: Day 4: Day 5:

We rang in the New Year in Hawaii. I had bronchitis for the first time in my life while on vacation. I spent some time working on my Copic marker coloring skills. We returned from our trip to this... Someone was glad to be home January 10th brought us down to -23 I created cards with the snowmen I colored on vacation. I bought a few new skeins of variegated thread for card stitching. January 21st the sunset from my office was beautiful. Love using fun postage to send out Happy Mail. These are for my February sending. Here's hoping that February is a little warmer.  

Welcome to 2019!  It's a New Year and I'm dusting off some of the things I used to love, this writing space being one of them.  I've set some new goals and am working on some new personal growth through journaling and photography this year.  I don't believe in resolutions, as they don't ever work out, for anyone that I know.  Goals are meetable and obtainable if set reasonably.  Resolutions always seem a bit lofty with no real plan for follow through. I was sick over Christmas, with bronchitis, while on vacation for two weeks in Hawaii.  The downtime gave me a lot of time to reflect on things and think about what I want for myself in the coming year.  The short answer, I want to be more inspired...in life and by life. Before we left on our trip I had already picked my word for 2019 - I want to grow my creative business Inked Inspirations  and I want to grow my creative habits.  I also want to build a life I love and am inspired by. I've started a C

Cabin Fever, the ailment from which I am currently suffering.  Winter has lasted way too long this year.  We didn't take our annual trip to Hawaii to break up the cold and darkness of the long Alaskan winters, for which I am truly in a state of regret.  We are still under about two feet of snow, probably more in select spots of our yard.  Yes.  The sun has returned, but that doesn't make the cold leave. I'm tired of going from the car to a building and back to the car and back to a building.  This routine is getting OLD!!!  I want to be outside, which yes if I bundle up I can be, but I HATE THE COLD.  I don't have any desire to be out in it, trudging through the snow, pretending I love winter.  Nope.  No Way.  Not at all.  I'm over it and ready for some summer!!! I've had a number of people say getting a "happy" light helps.  Maybe it does, but it's no substitute for sitting on the porch sipping iced tea and listening to the birds.  Yep, I ha

WARNING:  This could offend those that love living here. We've lived here just over six years.  Do I love it here?  Nope.  Will I ever?  Nope.  Let me clarify, I don't hate it here, but I'm not staying for life.  I know there are millions of people watching reality tv shows, itching to live the "Alaskan Dream", but let me tell you there is a HUGE difference between dreaming about living it and actually doing it. Since we've been here we've seen a lot of people move in and move out, less than a year later.  People up here tell stories about newcomers and those that can't hack it here.  There's the guy who sold his motorcycle because he heard there were no roads in the Interior.  There's the one about the couple who didn't realize it got so dark for so long here in the winter.  There's the wife that wouldn't move here because it's too far to do any "real" shopping.  And there's a zillion stories about the people

by Stacy Petersen (written 23 July 2008) From the street, Three steps climb a small hillside, To a yard that is still mowed. The frail driveway, Worn by weather and time, Guides the way, To a garage, Rundown with neglect. Yet there is no house, That a family would have shared. No path to a front door, That could have been.   Not even a foundation,  To reflect where the home stood. Where did it go, The house that isn't there? Lost to flames, Claimed by a bulldozer's angry rage, Or was it the victim of a dream gone awry?