Nicole of NMNPHX has selected A Small Press Life as one of the recipients of her Spotlight Awards, for the month of December. Every month, she aims her beam at just 3-5 blogs. We are truly excited and humbled to receive such a nice shout-out. If you’ve never visited her blog, you should check it out now!
Just when you thought it was safe, I post another winery photo. This is the last one, though. I promise. Go ahead, you can trust me.
Shelton Vineyards, North Carolina
I have physically returned from my southern vacation. Mentally, not so much. As I race around trying to catch up with my life and writing, I promise to throw you a few blogging bones: mostly photos of North Carolina and a couple of Tar Heel inspired musings. Thanks for your patience, and I cannot wait to be back full-time!
I am a bad, bad pet parent. First, I took their dignity and now I’m posting the evidence for all the world to see. Methinks they are happy I left on holiday yesterday morning.
Crosley is not amused.
Don’t let this sweet pose fool you. He shook off the offending cat ears a second or two later.
Literature and Culture has nominated us for the Beautiful Blogger Award. What does this mean to us? We did some free association and jotted down the words that came to mind. We are: happy, elated, honored, humbled, gratified and grateful. The WordPress community is extraordinarily warm, diverse, open, helpful and giving. Enough with the superlatives, and on to the rules!
Beautiful Blogger Award
They are:
Findlay Market through a blur of sunshine.
“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”-Marcel Proust
I’m heading home for the day. Looking North. Columbus-bound. See you tonight, Cincinnati. I love you, but I won’t miss you.
A Cincinnati Morning
is not a pen, paper, book, idea, plot, character or thought. Those things, when joined, are blood, meat, mead. They warm the soul, but not cold toes on a crisp autumn morning. Creativity fills holes and unmasks wounds. It starts an emotional and intellectual chain-reaction that flies around the world, unbound. Limitless. Yet, feeling a wet nose at the back of the knee is a thousand and fifteen times better than reading about a wet nose at the back of the knee. This is a fact.
Duncan playing dead.
With our cable and internet connection mysteriously down until just a few hours ago, my weekend consisted of the following: writing (not blogging), cleaning, watching movies on my laptop, blasting punk rock through open windows, listening to sirens scream through the neighbourhood, daydreaming, thinking about doing laundry and then deciding against it, reading, swaying in the breeze clad in my underwear and a hoodie (I get cold), and photographing my dogs while they murmured in their sleep.
PS-I will be playing catch-up for the next few days. Thank you for your patience.
Six days worth of entertainment in one 90-pound package of fur.
Napping is what he does best. That, and looking cute.
A Small Press Life: Books. Art. Writing. Life. Tea. 