Follow your bliss...: Dusty Waters a ghost story

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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The old honey suckle bush...

I spent a couple of days this past weekend visiting with this old gnarly grand-daddy of a honey suckle bush on my acre (it must be as old as our house), I've loved it for quite some time, and sat down with my camera to study its weathered old skin to fill my digital sketchbook with new visions...

There are more, but I'll save them for another post another day...aren't they gorgeous?

Tonight, I'm in the midst of an author chat at Library Thing, promoting my little ghost story, Dusty Waters, and my Fred and I are doing the final bit of work on the book cover for my new novel The Fractured Hues of White Light, the acrylic wash painting Walking on the Sun which was one of the many yellow paintings that I made specific for the book cover is now immortalized as the 'face' of my book! Here's a sneak peek of the painting...as soon as the cover is finalized, that will be posted too!

Walking on the Sun, 2010
acrylic wash on BFK RIVES wove paper
12 x 12 inches (this scan does not reflect the overall dimensions)

I wanted a yellow book, I got one!

Friday, June 05, 2009

This one is about my book! The other art that I do.

On a whim I entered my little ghost story, Dusty Waters, into the 2009 New York Book Festival, I had absolutely no high expectations, but I figured, it wouldn't hurt to go through the process...everything is a learning experience...so wtf, right? I've kept my eye on my email box...waiting...expecting to see something official announcing the winners...but got nothing. So I went to the website...today is the big day down at the Algonquin Hotel in NY...so I scrolled down the line of names and titles of books, and it caught my eye in the honorable mention for Fiction...then I started to scream!!!!

Oh happy day, oh happy day!!!!

I scared every cat in the house, even the fat tubby tabby lifted his head and made a grunt as if to say "Get a hold of yourself!" and poor Max tucked into his chair wondering if I had lost my mind...

No I haven't...I'm only happy, not crazy.

Oh happy day, oh happy day!!!!

Me and Fibromyalgia...the good news is, it's not going to kill me.

I was finally diagnosed with Fibromyalgia in 2007 after years of being told my illness was all in my head. My Fibro is everyday fatigue with body aches, mostly tolerable, but when I have a flare-up, which can be triggered by stress, hormones, or being over tired from over-doing it, I get the full body pain, including chest pains (yes, these are scary, like an elephant standing on my chest.) Thankfully, it doesn't hurt to take a breath, but I feel breathless, I just do yoga and breathing exercises to stretch and breathe to ease through the worst of it, NSAIDs help to cut the pain, and naps are always a necessary thing when needed (but hard to do while at the day job!) It's a balancing act to manage, I take advantage of the good days, lay low on the bad ones, and very often, push through in spite of the bad days...some mornings I wish I could stay in bed, but I'm glad that I get up and about, very often 'the kinks' work themselves out. I refuse to take the recommended pharmaceutical band-aids on the market, I tried one once, and I don't like feeling like a zombie. I keep active with my creativity, I think that's the key to my overcoming this obstacle every day...and I have my Fred and our son, five cats, and one dog named Max.