Linda Scribbles

Chugging along, like the little train that could

Tag: Breathing

  • On the cusp of change

    Or hopefully I am, anyway.  (Thirty-three has yet to take me out! Would you look at that!) The recent efforts toward change in my life have made me reflective, the hour a strange kind of nostalgic for the almosts and life events missed. I’m thinking about all the ways I held back or was held

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  • In which the rabbits are rather serious

    This is a draft I half started at the beginning of December and got too busy to finish. I’m continuing now. Fair warning: this is an absolute mess. I’m at work desperately trying to keep my brain on task rather than chasing all the thought rabbits there ever were. I’m hard pressed to feel motivated

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  • All Hallow’s Read 2019

    Every year I swear up and down I’m not going to put off writing for All Hallow’s Read until the last minute. For the most part I have been writing, but the finishing is also important, and not so much of that has been happening. I have exactly one completed piece. Just the one. I’m

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  • Post All Hallow’s Read (woops) 

    I have a single tiny completed thing that I actually just completely failed to post as an All Hallow’s Read gift.  (And three halfway things, but that’s neither here nor there.) Welp, soooo– tada! Belated happy Halloween! Hope everyone was safe as can be! Love and adventure to all of you!  Boo This is my

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  • In which there is not enough tea

    I know I swear up and down every time I will update more than once a year, and I’m inclined to do it again, but we all know the probability.  I won’t say.  Please don’t you say it, either. A lot of things are happening in the world, as things do, but it’s like they’re

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  • From a hotel, with love

    I finished things!  I FINISHED THINGS!  It’s been so uncommon for me to actually bring a story to an end in the last– well, you can look back at the posts.  I’m belatedly going a little bit into shock over this.  They’ve been done for a few days now.  Everything has been so bananas, though.  Whole

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  • Stuck, floundering– I wrote a tiny thing

    So it’s been a while. (Apparently, yes, all my blog posts will start this way now.)  The wordpress swears it’s been 9 months.  I could have grown a baby in that time.  I did not.  There is not a baby.  Except I wrote something that is longer than a line for the first time in a while.

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  • In which we breathe

    What do you say to things like this, this thing in Newtown, CT?  There’s a lot you want to say, but the words just don’t seem strong enough.  You take slow, shallow breaths. while you process the event, the numbers.  Your heart breaks.  Twenty-eight dead, twenty children.  Just for the human connection it breaks.  And

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