Tag Archives: Squatters’ Speakeasy
U is for Unsustainable #AtoZChallenge
Warning: This is a rant. T/read cautiously. “Sustainable” is all the rage around here. Support sustainable agriculture. Buy island-grown. Reduce your carbon footprint. Recycling is practically a religion. Ditto “rescue” — of animals and the environment. (I was about to … Continue reading
New House: Lot Clearing
Several new houses have gone up in my neighborhood in the last year or two. What do I consider “my neighborhood”? Mostly it’s the area within about a half mile of my apartment that Travvy walk through at least once … Continue reading
Changes a-Comin’
Regular readers of this blog will notice that I haven’t been posting much lately. I’ve noticed this too. There are reasons for this. Reasons, I say! Not excuses! Hah. But seriously — in February I started Write Through It, a blog “on … Continue reading
Taking Stock
Dear From the Seasonally Occupied Territories: You’ve probably noticed that I haven’t been around much lately. It’s not that I don’t love you, or think of you often. It’s just that I’ve, well, sort of opened the relationship. Back in … Continue reading
Moon Walking
After several days of overcast and rain, the sky cleared as the moon was nearing full. It’s stayed clear as the moon wanes. Most nights Trav and I have gone out moon walking. I carry a little flashlight in my … Continue reading
The Road to the Overlook
Writing about writing is usually boring except to writers, and when writers read writing about writing it’s often because they’re procrastinating or blocked or otherwise not writing. In this blog post I’m writing about writing, but I’m going to dress … Continue reading
Drumming in the Rain
The second of the three jobs that have kept me crazy-busy since Memorial Day has gone home (on time!). Finally I’m getting back to Squatters’ Speakeasy. What little writing I managed to do in June was mostly tweaking and revising. … Continue reading
Plot
Plotting fiction is like making rock candy. Left to itself, boiled sugar water just sits there. Nothing happens. Well, yes, things happen, but they take so long that it’s a rare soul who’ll just sit there and watch. Not the … Continue reading
Poison Ivy
The undersung green in the landscape. Everyone rhapsodizes about the coming of spring, but no one rhapsodizes about poison ivy. There’s a lot of it out there. It climbs up trees, it lurks under scrub oak and huckleberry, it even … Continue reading
Benefit Art Show
After reading The Mud of the Place a friend told me, “I’ve never met any of these people, but I feel like I could run into any of them in the grocery store.” Maybe my favorite compliment ever, not least … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 