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Daily Diversion #50: A Writer’s Best Friend…

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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.

Duncan playing dead.

Daily Diversion #49: One Sleeping Dog, Two Ways

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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.

Crosley 1

Six days worth of entertainment in one 90-pound package of fur.

Crosley 2

Napping is what he does best. That, and looking cute.

Daily Diversion #43: Dying is an Art*

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I took the day off from writing…

Dying is an art.

Dying is an art.

to play with skeletons and drink hard cider. See you tomorrow!

*”Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I’ve a call.”-Sylvia Plath 

Daily Diversion #42: Dublin Will Be Written in My Heart*

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It’s no secret that the Daily Diversion series features visual slices from the non-writing part of my life. Naturally, the photographs are always original Maedezs. I’m making an exception today-a magnificent exception.

My sweet, fierce, and always inspiring momma is on the first day of a five-week solo backpacking journey across Ireland and England. When she confided her vacation plans to me a year ago-a little breathless, but terribly excited-I saw her as I have always seen her, since I was a wee girl: as a passionate, committed, creative, free-spirited, positive woman. Any fearlessness I possess, is because of her. Any single-mindedness. Any ability to see beauty in the finite or the infinite or to see possibility in all things, however graceful or raw. It’s all because of her.

Her adventure starts in Dublin.

Terrace View. Dublin, Ireland.

Terrace View. Dublin, Ireland.

*”When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.”-James Joyce

Scene from Dublin, Ireland.

Scene from Dublin, Ireland.

Both photos are courtesy of my mom, Kay.