Creative Seeds: The Stuff That Makes Me Curious

office space inspiration

 This is my office. The clean side. 

 Thank you to my friend Karen McFarland for tagging me in her post about Inspiring Spaces!

So, I write in my office. My office has books, pictures, quotes, and so many writing utensils you might believe I’m preparing for some kind of apocalypse. Well, the kind of apocalypse where one is not SO preoccupied with survival that they may like to sit and write, or doodle, for a bit. (Perhaps, a creative apocalypse?)

Oh and there’s some ladybug stuff in my office. Because ladybugs inspire me too.

But then there’s the creative inspiration outside of the office.

The stuff that makes me curious.

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A tree grows in Vermont.

 

And maybe plants a creative seed.

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Centuries old Tulip Poplar log on Saunders-Monticello Trail in Charlottesville, VA

 

I love the kind of curiosity that leads to the funny

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That’s dear hub checking out the poop on the Sawmill Run portion of the Appalachian Trail

 

I told him it was poop (aka wild animal scat) but he didn’t believe me. 🙂

 But I understand wanting to take a closer look at nature.

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An Appalachian Trail bee

 

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A praying mantis on my porch

 

Oh and I got a curious kick out of the kids at the park who were fascinated by my hub The Fisherman

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They had A LOT of questions about fishing.

 

Oh and there was some brain sprouting at my son’s school.

It was Family Weekend and I attended a geology class and while I’m sure that the subject is fascinating I couldn’t get over how note taking has changed in twenty years.

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There were more electronics than paper and pen. Trees will be happy, but how will people survive the creative apocalypse?

 

Family. I find a lot of inspiration with my family.

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And sometimes in a little Fro Yo. Why not?

 

What’s inspiring your work this week?

Happy Monday!

Spambots Ate My Blog or The Art of Second Chances

If you’re reading this, then the Spambot war I’ve been engaged in is over.

Phew.

My site was down most of last week. It popped back up for a few minutes here and there only to be swallowed again by these guys

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 Note: This is not an actual spambot for they don’t show there faces. They like to lurk behind Burberry ads and gibberish disguised as flattery.

 

 

They were ruthless. They got thru Askimet and dumped so many comments HostGator had to shut me down. Finally, thanks to my tech guy (aka my hub), I got my site back.

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 His other super power: Fish Whisperer 😉

 

Yay! Because I’ve got stuff to tell you all.

I finished my big Photoshop project–the one that required me to take classes–and pull my hair out.

Here’s what I’ve been up to–the cover of my new book:

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 A visitor from Zac’s past shows up, sending Grace and Zac’s spring break—and their relationship—into uncharted territory.

 

The ebook is available now. You can check out all the details here.

The paperback is almost ready to go live. I got a bit sidetracked with choosing between matte or glossy–and again there was more learning to be done with the fancy Photoshop.

But I did it. It wasn’t easy and I still have lots to learn, but I’m pretty happy with how far I got.  And that I tried. There was lots of mistakes and trying again–which fits nicely with one of the themes in this new book. So there’s that too. 🙂

 Plus, the companion book, The Art of Chasing Normal, is a Kindle Unlimited book!

So what have you been up to? I’d love to hear! But first…

a teensy, tiny bit of bad news. Unfortunately commenting here now requires a little math. Sorry, I know this is a lot to ask, especially on a Monday. Hopefully I will find a better Captcha setup (I’m open to suggestions).

So because I miss your comments and hope you will tell me what’s been going on with you, I offer you some very pretty cake.

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 Gives new meaning to fruit cake.

Or maybe you’d like a little zen.

Me too. My new favorite thing is this class

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Yoga at the botanical garden. 🙂

 

What’s happening in your world? I’d love to know!

HAPPY MONDAY!

Historic Weekends, an Empty Nest (and Overripe Bananas)

Last weekend was historic.

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We celebrated our 21st wedding anniversary (w/ silly selfies, because that’s how we roll)…

on the very same day that we took our youngest child to college.

*sigh*

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But seriously, we couldn’t be more proud.

He’s studying at Thomas Jefferson’s alma mater.

(Although, apparently, it’s cooler to mention alumnus, Jon Stewart, host of the Daily Show)

This part wasn’t easy though. 

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We knew it wouldn’t be, having done the goodbye thing with our daughter only 364 days before.

*sigh*

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This pic sums up the strange mix of emptiness and freedom

I think we all felt (not that anyone is a horse in this scenario).

But the whole leaving my youngest at college didn’t really hit me until the middle of the weekend,

at 3am to be exact,

I sat up in bed, in the middle of a the dark hotel room

startled from a dream where I was in a room with doors

running around trying to lock them.

Unsettling.

(Before you think my dreams are visionary, let me add that there was also a gecko in an envelope in there somewhere.)

The next day, after one more round of parent orientation, we stopped at a park

and rented a jon boat.

Hub fished.

I read.

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We drifted for a couple of hours.

Wrapped up in beginnings and endings

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we let our emotions untangle a bit. 

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And then we headed home. Just the two of us.

*sigh*

But home comforted

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and reminded us there’s so much more ahead

(and that the bananas on the kitchen counter were going to keep on ripening no matter what)

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Which was perfect for baking some banana bread for care packages. 🙂

 

What’s your favorite thing to put in a care package (or to receive)? Anything historic happening in your neck of the woods?

Happy Friday!

Photo Essay: Something to Make You Smile

 

 Sending out a little “Instahappy” from my Instagram account.

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Cousins playing bouncy house basketball

 

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Summer raindrops

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Donuts! 

By the way, my hub’s t-shirt says, I know the muffin man. You know, the one who lives on Drury Lane?

 

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 Farmer’s Market tomatoes (for after donut cleansing)

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Something cuddly.

Actually, I don’t know what kind of caterpillar this is, so I probably wouldn’t suggest getting too close. 

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Blue heron waiting patiently for dinner at the James River.

I was surprised at how close she (he?) let me get.

Guess I’ve got street cred now.

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Duck snack rush at Byrd Park. 

Getting eats in the animal world sure doesn’t look as easy as walking up to the donut truck.

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Drawing time.

I’d totally get excited over a colored pencil/Sharpie truck!

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 Sending love and hugs.

 

What makes you smile? And is it something that can be sold in a truck?

Wishing you a peaceful weekend.

The Strength that Lies Beneath

At some point during the car trips of my childhood, my sister (the one who’s closest to me in age), would invariably stop to point out the creepiest, oldest, abandoned house on the side of the road and say,

 

There’s your dream house.

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I’d wrinkle my nose. We’d laugh. Then resume singing, You’re a Grand Old Flag or the oh so monotonous, Five Hundred Miles, until inevitably I’d poke her in the ribs and say,

Look! It’s your future home.

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It was a funny dig. A kinda two steps forward, two steps back exchange. The sisterly cha cha that we danced many times over the years we lived together.

Today, I still look for those houses. Still smile.

Sometimes I think it’s strange to smile at something so dilapidated.

So abandoned.

This week, after hearing how Robin Williams died, I found myself flipping through old journals, looking for the poem I wrote when I was 18. The one where I tried to understand why my sister had attempted suicide (the first time).

It’s an angry poem.

Why did you try to steal the time when we were little?

Now I’m almost embarrassed at my anger. Did I have any compassion? I hug you anyway.

I’m nervous talking/blogging about this subject. I feel it’s not my story to tell. My sister and I haven’t talked about this. Not now, not ever, that I remember. We (as a family) just didn’t. Even though all of us struggled with our own darkness.

On the other hand, I’ve made it a point to talk about depression and suicide with my children. I’ve even probably gone a bit overboard at times, carting my thirteen year old daughter off to a therapist when she dramatically screamed, I hate you, I want to die.

Hey she was my first teenager…and I didn’t want to take any chances.

Depression can be dangerous. It’s dark, often hidden. Oh and how it thrives in those secluded corners.

Depression I understand. That’s part of my story too. But it’s hard to talk about.

It’s a disease. There shouldn’t be shame attached to something that happens with our brain chemistry. Hey, did anyone shun me when I blew up the sulfur in chem lab my junior year? No, it was a mistake. Even the intimidating Sister Dolores didn’t yell at me.

It sucks to feel your lightness abandoning you. And it feels even worse when you think that because it’s in your thoughts, you ought to be responsible for pushing that darkness out.

Ask for help.

My sister and I may have joked about those dilapidated, abandoned houses. But maybe now I smile because I see them as hope. There’s a strength that lies beneath.

And they’re still standing.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 

xo

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Climb Every Mountain with Courage (and Cookies)

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Three years ago today I crossed the bridge from blog reader to blogger.

 

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Cornish-Windsor covered bridge, Vermont (and New Hampshire)

 

I was scared, but I had a plan when I published my first post, There’s No Place Like the Prairie.

I wanted to create my author-ly space here on the internet (aka author platform),

A place to hang my quirky creative brand hat

not that I could define it at the time

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Mini me wearing one of my first quirky hats 

 

Oh and I didn’t have expectations

or, if I did, I didn’t know what publishing my thoughts, my books, my photos (hey an audience that doesn’t require a family room and a slide projector!) would actually feel like.

Some of my 1,095 Hey I’m a writer! days were pretty awesome

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Flower garden at Trapp Family Lodge (the family that inspired The Sound of Music!!)

Stowe, Vermont 

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Others, kinda droopy. Seriously.

 

I like how Kate over at 4amwriter summed up the droop-tastic feeling:

“The bottom line, I discovered recently, was that I never told myself what I would do when I got rejections. I knew I’d get them. What I didn’t know is that they’d lay me out flat. And because I didn’t set myself a specific battle plan, it was easy to turn tail and run.” ~4amwriter

 

Enter courage (well, after some tears, some dessert, and a perusal of the classifieds).

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The Trapp Family lodge in Stowe, Vermont makes an impressive first impression.

 

Okay, so courage doesn’t always make a dramatic entrance. Some days courage is one word, one tiny doodle, one smile.

And some days it’s just not quitting.

The creative life needs courage.

Our heads are not just in the clouds, we’re weaving fluffy, silver lined couture garments.

Right?

Yeah. Vulnerability is NOT EASY.

In fact, the image from my blog that has been pinned the most is this one:

pinterest courage quote

 

Oh and my mom’s cream cheese cookie recipe is not trailing far behind.

Some of you may have guessed barns.

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Barn nestled on mountain overlooking the village of Stowe.

By the way, thanks to Clay Watkins for tweeting me about his own barn finds!

 

But I’ll take courage and cookies (and supportive friends like YOU).

They’re great companions for climbing mountains.

 

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Even if you can’t quite make out the mountain. Yet.

 

Climb every mountain, 
Ford every stream, 
Follow every rainbow, 
‘Till you find your dream.

~Rodgers & Hammerstein, The Sound of Music

 

How are you mustering courage, or climbing mountains? Or just tell me your thoughts on cookies. I’d love to know.

Happy Weekend!

 Coleen xo

 

Photo Essay: Vermont Farm and City Life (and Tall Stuff)

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Got milk?

Ariella (a six year old Brown Swiss cow at Shelburne Farms in Vermont) does…

…about eight gallons a day.

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This is a sheep, but she was a total ham. #smile

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Oh that moment, right before you leap.

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At Shelburne Farms they let you lead the chickens back to the coop.

I could use some corralling when it comes to hanging out on the Internet.

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Someone takes their job seriously. This chicken probably never procrastinates.

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Back stage after the show. 

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On the road again. So many barns…

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But this was something new! 

According to a friend on Instagram, this is a lamplighter bicycle.

How do you stop without falling??

Tallest filing cabinet Vermont

Burlington, VT also has the world’s tallest filing cabinet.

Takes organization to new heights.

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Tall rocks make up Burlington’s Earth Clock

Lake Champlain Burlington Vermont

We saw beautiful views of Lake Champlain (and the Adirondack mountains in the distance).

We did not see Champ, the lake’s resident monster. 

Oh well, maybe next time.

 

Have you seen (or been on) a lamplighter bicycle? What interesting roadside attractions have you found? 

Next time: The hills are alive in Stowe, Vermont!

Happy Wednesday!

Coleen

xo

 

 

 

 

 

Photo Essay: Summer Road Trip Fun (New York)

Coleen Patrick road trip

My road trip smile.

Statue of Liberty setting sun

First stop: Staten Island, NY to visit dear daughter. This is the view of the Statue of Liberty from the ferry.

Frugal road trippers take note: the Staten Island ferry is FREE!

 

brooklyn bridge

We dodged lots of tourists and bicycles walked the Brooklyn Bridge with our daughter.

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After a night as guests in our child’s teeny tiny but oh so cute studio apartment, my hub and I headed north. 

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 If my phone’s camera could roll its eyes (lens?) it would’ve after the many shots I took of barns and silos.

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 Copake Falls, New York.

This is where the northernmost section of Taconic State Park is located.

NY MA border Bash Bish Falls park

 You have to walk to Massachusetts to get to Bash Bish Falls.

Note to frugal walkers: this is 3/4 mile from the New York (Taconic state park) lot. 

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 Lots of dragonflies at the falls. Always nice to make new friends.

Bash Bish Falls above

There’s also lots of stairs. 🙂

Bash Bish Falls–the highest single-drop waterfall in Massachusetts.

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 Bash Bish–try to say that three times fast.

Bash Bish Falls

Another new hiking pal.

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Stayed tuned: Next up, more barns Vermont!! 

Happy Friday!