Ephemera 5: Mendocino Good Times

It was an absolutely knock-your-socks-off (Where did that expression originate, self wonders) gorgeous day in Mendocino.

It’s very bucolic and peaceful here. Nary a sour mood in any of the people she’s encountered.

Self still sticking to the Photo Challenge Theme: EPHEMERAL.

Flowers are ephemeral:

Iberis Sempervirens

Iberis Sempervirens

Fields are full of flowers:

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Nona Smith dropped by Gallery Bookshop last Sunday, when self was doing her Meet-and-Greet, and invited self over for dinner last night:

Sean Minor Pinot Noir to Go With Thai Noodles!

Sean Minor Pinot Noir to Go With Thai Noodles!

A good time was had by all.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Ephemera 4: Views From a Train

Self took these pictures on the train from New York’s Penn Station to Providence, Rhode Island, just a little over a week ago. They seem like pictures taken in another era:

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Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Ephemera 3: The Trips Self Takes

The WordPress Photo Challenge this week is EPHEMERAL

“So looking forward to seeing the fleeting moments you’ll capture.”

Here are a few from self’s trip to the East Coast, a few weeks ago. As dear blog readers can see from these pictures, when self is on the move, she can’t be bothered with such things as alignment.

Taking the Bolt Bus from Boston Into Manhattan, mid-March

Taking the Bolt Bus from Boston Into Manhattan, mid-March 2015

Landscapes Still Blighted With Winter

Landscapes Still Blighted With Winter, March 2015

The occasion for self’s trip east was the performance, by the Symphony New Hampshire, of Drew Hemenger’s The Marife Suite, which was based on a novella self wrote, Marife.

New Hampshire was cold and wet, the night of the performance, on March 14.

Drew's brother drove us to the concert. This is what New Hampshire looked like that night, seen through the car windows.

Drew’s brother drove us to the concert. This is what New Hampshire looked like that night, seen through the car windows.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Ephemera 2: WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

Today is the day of the Author Meet-and-Greet at Gallery Bookshop in Mendocino. The weather is gorgeous.

Everything changes. The theme of this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is EPHEMERA.

“Consider and appreciate now, before now evaporates and becomes then.

In the spirit of the theme, self’s post will comprise a series of moments.

Flowers in the Garden of the Mendocino Café: Self has these growing in her backyard, as well.

Flowers in the Garden of the Mendocino Café: Self has these growing in her backyard, as well.

Early morning or early evening, one of the two: March 2015, Mendocino

Early morning or early evening, one of the two: March 2015, Mendocino

To think, only a week ago, self was in New Bedford, MA, occupying the room of a friend’s child, one with a serious attachment to Harry Potter.

The Bedroom of a Harry Potter Fan

The Bedroom of a Serious Harry Potter Fan, in New Bedford, MA

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Stanford Creative Writing: How Self Came To Be

Self is thinking this more and more: how different her life would have been if she hadn’t taken that summer creative writing class from John L’Heureux, who was the Director of the Creative Writing Program back then.

He told self she should try applying, and since she didn’t have anything better to do (BWAH. HA. HA), she did. And lo and behold, she got a fellowship.

That’s how she met Penny Jackson, Beth Coryell Alvarado, Ehud Havazelet, and Jeffrey Eugenides.

Now, she’s checking out the Stanford Creative Writing Program, which she only does about twice a year. She discovers that the Program’s been at Stanford “for more than 50 years, and that it was founded by Wallace Stegner in 1946.

Well, I’ll be darned.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Ephemeral Delights

Still thinking about the WordPress Photo Challenge theme ephemeral, still thinking about moments.

Here are a few that stand out from today and yesterday:

Blueberry Pancakes for Breakfast -- Yummm!

Blueberry Pancakes for Breakfast — Yummm!

Had dinner with Mary Ellen Campbell, visual artist from New York. She suggested Little River Inn:

Early Evening, Little River Inn

Early Evening, Little River Inn

Easter Wreath, Little River Inn

Easter Wreath, Little River Inn

The food was delicious. Mary Ellen had a chicken salad, and self had meatloaf with mashed potatoes and snap peas. Both servings were huge. As self eats very very slowly, she ended up having Mary Ellen eat some of the meatloaf.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

The $10,000 You Don’t Want to Spend (If You’re a Struggling Writer)

Reading Susan Kushner Resnick’s “The Heartbreak of Publicity: A Cautionary Tale”, in the November/December 2013 Poets & Writers (Clearly, self is way behind in reading magazines she’s been subscribing to for years and years). Read the rest of this entry »

Poem-In-Progress Self Wrote on Twitter

Self has no idea what #PoemCrawl is. But in no way, shape or form did this prevent her from tweeting a nondescript poem last night. It goes:

An island. Notes written on an island.

An island big enough for games.

Where the death of Jesus sounds like today’s headlines.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Ephemera: WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

In honor of the WordPress Daily Post Photo Challenge this week — EPHEMERA — self is posting more pictures of snow. Because snow is the embodiment of the ephemeral.

Central Park, New York City: Snow Day, March 2015

Central Park, New York City: Snow Day, March 2015

New York City: 2nd Day of Spring, March 2015

New York City: 2nd Day of Spring, March 2015

Park Avenue, New York City: Late March 2015

Park Avenue, New York City: Late March 2015

Chapter 45 of Self’s Hunger Games Fan Fiction: EPHEMERA

Rumor had it they went to Four. Where the other Victor, Annie the Mad Girl, waited.

It’s years and years later, but people still can’t seem to let go of the story.

And what of Finnick, someone asks. That bronzed creature. Of whom tale after tale has been told.

Snow tortured him cruelly, but some lovelorn Capitol wife risked her life to save him. Poor woman, she was brave. She didn’t survive long after they found out Finnick escaped.

Perhaps the only one who’s gotten it right is Primrose Everdeen. She was her sister’s only confidante. The last evening Katniss Hawthorne spent in 12, there was a bitter chill in the air.

People keep asking self for her fan fiction alias.

Ixnay.

Must be content with snippets, dear blog readers.

Stay tuned.

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