Vertical words

This will be weird.

Lately, plot points are coming into my head in a new way.

The photo above is the closest I am able to come to illustrating what it is.

Here's how it seems to work, using yesterday as an example: I had already written a scene. Yesterday, I rewrote it. I thought it was finished, but I still wasn't totally sure why it was in the book. It seemed a kind of. . .departure. Then, on the drive home, a sentence fell vertically into my mind. That's exactly how it feels/seems. The sentence was something like, "He thinks she lured him away so people could hurt his family while he was gone." It was an aha for that scene and it explained why it is in the book, something I didn't know before that vertical sentence dropped out of the blue.

One more thing: the vertical sentences drop into the very center of my head, and there is a little physical sensation. If I could move that silver thing further to the middle of the photo, I would, to give you the correct impression.

Told ya it would be weird.

Meet Fluffy

Because I can't go for long without a velociraptor.

Hump Day Dog

With a new puppy in the house, Sniff needs special attention.

Photo by his Best Friend Forever.

Refuge

This is one of my favorites of Andif's photographs.

Light blogging week

There may be lots of empty chairs on the porch this week. I won't be occupying mine very often, either. What with vacations, illness, or deadlines, we're going to be missing some people for a little while. But the rocking chairs and the porch swing are available, there's coffee and tea inside, and blogworld exists where it is not 99 degrees in the shade. Enjoy. I'll drop in whenever I can. . .

Saturday & Sunday Smoke Signals

. .here is a smoke signal, unmistakable but unobtrusive--we are following what comes, going through the world, knowing each other, building our little fires. . .

That quotation is from an introduction that the poet William Stafford wrote for a collection of his poems. It struck me as a pretty good description of what we do in our blog village and the larger blog world.

Happy weekend, y'all, from my little fire to yours.

Photo from coolchaser.

Kimberly gets a handle on things

It was Kimberly who noticed yesterday what I had not, not even after I'd stared at the Blue Door several times. It has no handle! There's a mystery for you. And here's a handle that Olivia photographed during her Europe trip. Of course, it is attached to another door that probably belongs to somebody, but maybe they won't mind if we remove it and tiptoe over to the Blue Door and put it there. I feel a little nervous about opening it now. . .

Maybe Friday is inside?