Sunday, December 30, 2012

Past and future

With less than 48 hours left in 2012, I'm thinking back on all that has happened this year.

I committed myself to blogging regularly. This will be my 45th post.

I wanted to do more creative writing. I started a writing group in the spring and we continued to meet throughout the fall semester.

I hoped to work more with my hands. I knit six pairs of socks and participated in a weaving class where I made a table runner.

I wanted to publish some of my writing from fall semester. The St. Louis Beacon picked up an investigative story I wrote and asked for a followup.

Of course there have been less successful moments, but I am content.

In the coming year, I want to become a typewriter aficionado. (My mother gave me a vintage Smith Corona for Christmas.) And I hope to find a place that will be home for a while.

Best wishes for 2013 to all those who follow my blog as well as those who don't.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Christmas on crutches

I've finished a six-day editing stint at the newspaper, driven home to Iowa in slippery post-snowstorm conditions, undergone foot surgery and celebrated Christmas—all in the past week. 

The fact that I'm on crutches has forced me to slow down, and I'm learning to embrace it. 

I've left family photographer duties to Marisa.
She captured me in my new state of stasis.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

On editing

I've finished day two of a six-day editing stint at the newspaper. I don't feel much like writing, or doing anything other than lying in bed and watching a movie. It's been a strange two days with lots of sad news—the Connecticut school shooting, car accidents and assaults—coming across my desk.

I am longing for simpler times and songs from my childhood.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Call me Martha

I finished my final final exam and was ready to celebrate the holidays. I spent the day antique shopping with Claire and two of our friends and baking cookies for my reporters and one of Claire's classes.

Double-chocolate-pecan crinkles and cranberry-orange macaroons

Sunday, December 2, 2012

The sun shines on me

There's a week of classes left in the semester and I just wrapped up some final edits on a story I've been writing for the past four months. It's December 2. The sun is shining and it's 66 degrees. Life couldn't feel better.