Linda Scribbles











{July 25, 2018}   In a fit of writing

I haven’t worked too much on anything major, but I’m trying to be better about collecting the tiny things that keep piling up in my desk and my backpack and pockets.  (I’ve already sent at least one thing through the wash, though.)  Exhaustion and depression slammed me hard the last couple of days, and while I had a feeling something might come to be afoot, I was not expecting it to be nearly so rough, so of course I hadn’t warned anyone, hadn’t arranged anything to take care of myself, just generally hadn’t bothered, aaaaand it has not been the best.  So I did that to myself.  And a couple of poor, unsuspecting favorite people.  I don’t know how they love me, but I’m learning not to question it too hard if they insist on sticking with me even through something like this.  That being said, I do not want to repeat this show.  Having a plan is HIGHLY IMPORTANT, gang.  For the love of all that is good in this world, have a plan.

I’ve been walking around with a lamb plushie for two days now, because it’s soft and cute and I need all the help I can get right now.  Is it probably weird to bring an emotional support lamb to work with me?  Oh, yeah, totally, but here we are.  No one’s actually said anything about it, though, so I’m not sure if they haven’t noticed or are just kind of used to me?  I suppose it works out either way.  It’s doing what I need it to do.  This is fine.

But this is not why we’re here!  In the midst of all this, I was taken with a fit of writing.  Which then, of course, meant I had to start sorting through the nest of ink bled into scraps of dead tree shavings that is my life or risk becoming a fire hazard (like my entire office isn’t pretty much alreadyyyyy).  Here’s what I’ve pulled for your viewing pleasure.

Okay, cool.  Glad we had this talk.

Can we just have the quiet bit of adventure now, please?  Pretty please?

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{November 1, 2017}   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 pet fish, Boo. 

You can’t see him, but he used to be blue. 

He used to swim in his tank 

’til the sun went and sank. 

Always the prettiest fish to behold. 

But then the day came

When the truth became plain

That my finned little friend was old. 

‘What will I do without you!’ I cried,

‘Who will dance with me to the polka with pride!’ 

And then he was belly up;

I couldn’t bear to look. 

My best friend had clearly died. 

We flushed him with flowers, 

A few words were said, 

And I swear when the accordion played

I saw him dancing just there to the side. 

‘You’re just tired,’ Dad tried. 

‘You just miss him,’ Mom sighed. 

But I tell you I saw him. 

I definitely know that sassy glide. 

Sure enough when the lights went out

A flicker and a flash and a funny tail flop

And there was my buddy shining high up in the dark.

Maybe I should have been scared, 

But it’s actually really the best. 

Now he comes with me wherever I go, 

And when he dances, you wouldn’t believe the glow. 

Will he be with me forever?

I can’t really know, but maybe he’ll stay ’til I also go. 



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