And the Strangest Twist of All!

Dear blog mistress’s novella, published last year by Vagabondage Press, has been shortlisted for Best Novella of 2013 by the Saboteur Awards!

Which are going to be handed out Saturday a week from today!

In a very cool town which just so happens to be Oxford, England!

And the par-tay will be in the cooler part of Oxford, which self understands is the northern part, in a place called JERICHO TAVERN!

And self really didn’t think she could make it, but suddenly she got a message from her friend Jenny Lewis who teaches at Oxford, who said, “Everyone here’s been talking about it.”

So then self has been kinda stunned, and part of her wants to go into full-on Pity Party Mode (Self has nothing to wear! She’s been re-cycling the same three pairs of jeans for a month!) but another part wants to say:  GET UP, WOMAN!  JUST — GET UP!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

 

Twist: WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is TWIST.

Which is a deliciously challenging theme, obvio.u.s.ly !

The first one is a different kind of twist:  a serendipitous discovery in Culver City, California.

The next two are of actual twists: one in a piece of art, another found in nature.

Tara's Himalayan Restaurant, Culver City. Thanks much to Jennie and Andrew for taking her here! It was her first taste of Himalayan cuisine: funny she should find it in southern California, of all places!

Tara’s Himalayan Restaurant, Culver City. Thanks much to Jennie and Andrew for taking her here! It was her first taste of Himalayan cuisine: funny she should find it in southern California, of all places!

Tapestry by Filipino artist Ugu Bigyan. Self brought it home from the Philippines over 20 years ago. U.S. Customs asked her what it was, she answered "A hammock." They let it go.

Tapestry by Filipino artist Ugu Bigyan. Self brought it home from the Philippines over 20 years ago. U.S. Customs asked her what it was, she answered “A hammock.” They let it go.

This is what's left after the clematis petals have fallen off. SO beautiful.

This is what’s left after the clematis petals have fallen off. SO beautiful.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

 

 

Irish Writer # 7: Margaret Cotter

The Main House, Tyrone Guthrie Centre, Annaghmakerrig

The Main House, Tyrone Guthrie Centre, Annaghmakerrig

It is so peaceful here.  The air so — limpid.

Self discovered another Irish writer today, Margaret Cotter.  The poem below is from her first collection, Lines of Our Lives (Portlaoise, Co. Laois:  SMC Press, 2003)

“The Laneway”

 I know where there’s a mossy lane
that winds its way between the fields,
past tall stands of ancient trees,
and hedges filled with rustling
and the hum of bees.

Where wild flowers dazzle bright
and sparkle in the summer light
that burnishes your cottage white,
beneath its thatch of gold.

Around your house serene
a stone wall, ivy greened.
On the other side, a lake
where torpid fish sleep away
the idle hours of day.

I wish that I might stay forever,
away from all the noise and bother,
where dragonflies, translucent, hover,
down that mossy lane.

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