Don't you love these five crows? We always had crows waking us up on Prince Edward Island. They're loud, insistent birds. My parents were married in a house called "The Crow's Nest" in Holland. It was down the path from my grandparents' house. That's really what I wanted to name this blog--The Crow's Nest-- but the name was taken. Now "The Crow's Nest" is a small hotel. I want to spend a night there this summer.
So I broke down the writing resistance this past week and wrote some scenes and thought to myself: what can be better than work that lets you sit in your study at a desk? Everything I love doing can be done at a desk. I wore my magic multi-colored socks. Magic socks are the solution to most any problem.
I can see the Bingham Copper Mines and the Oquirrh Mountains from my study window I have a tiny bird cage with a canary in it hanging from my desk lamp. I have three wooden artist mannequins and the snow queen on my desk, along with a bright red stapler and matching alarm clock. I have water colors and acrylics and brushes and books and canvas bags from various cities. I have a black antique rotating GE fan. I keep my pens in a University of Minnesota mug. I have computer paper and art paper.
I allowed myself one Dr. Pepper while I wrote. I don't smoke. I would be a better writer if I smoked. One Dr. Pepper a day isn't going to kill me.
Ann Cannon is having a follow-up operation on her wrist today. Everyone say this aloud: Bless Ann. Shout it!