English: Hide an seek Spotted amongst the hedgerow beside a footpath (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Well here we are. Fall, again. Nerd Child is back to school, Flower Child goes back on Monday, and Man Child is fully immersed in his year up North. Yeah, yeah, technically the season doesn’t begin until the 21st, but I needed a jacket when I walked the beasts last night, and it isn’t much warmer this morning.
Today was my last day to sleep in. Luckily, Big Senile Dog was on the case and woke me up early. Just because. Fine. Got up, made coffee, went to sit on my terrace with my WIP, and he began barking again. This time to let me know Little Incredibly Stupid Dog had peed all over the floor. Out of paper towels. FYI for the fringelings, it takes an entire box of tissues to clean up the pee of an 11 pound dog.
I’d like to say my posts have been sporadic over the past couple of months because I’ve been busy having a fabulous time and upgrading my life. Nope.
I’d like to say posts will be more regular now that it’s back to school season in Fringeland. Probably not.
The WIP I’ve been talking about, Astonishing? To work on it, I have to tap into my inner muck. The stuff I like to stomp down and pretend isn’t there. You know, so I get out of bed in the morning and do things like make coffee and clean up dog pee. Despite the slow progress, I think I’ve got the bones of a good book. Honest. Distorted for maximum impact, wrapped up in fiction, and tied with the bow of story, of course.
Amuse Bouche (Photo credit: ulterior epicure)
Honest in a different way than Mrs Fringe, where I try to serve each platter of honesty spiced with enough humor to make it palatable for the amuse-bouches that equal blog reading.
Switching gears between the two is hard as hell.
When this summer began I was feeling, dare I say it? hopeful. This was not going to be a summer of death, I was going to relax, destress, and take concrete steps to make changes in my life. Let myself feel and plan. What the fuck was I thinking? I want my layer of numb back, please.
Over the past few weeks I’ve been poked by that little thing I like to call reality. I’ve been grateful to have Astonishing. For me, it is a refuge, my pretend world where I can take the shit that is too often life and manipulate it, tweak the character’s actions, reactions, and responses until I get a result I’m ok with. Something satisfying.
Tricky, this. This tapping into enough real to create honest fiction, while trying to get back a nice fat layer of numb.
Maybe tonight while I’m out at Friday Night Madness they’ll have some numb on tap.
mrsfringe 
I’m getting so excited for you. With the amount of commitment you are giving to this book, I have no doubt it will be successful.
Peace. Success. Love. Joy. These things I hope for you. ❤
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Thank you (((((((Diana))))))))
For your good thoughts, support, and hanging in with Mrs Fringe.
Wishing you the same, always
❤
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My sanity ran away and I couldn’t catch it so I have been saneless every since…………..lol
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Well I hope our sanities are on a beach together somewhere enjoying cocktails 😉
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Hope sometimes takes a backseat to reality. Reality sometimes dribbles on the floor. Life has a way of needling in, mucking up the woiks but we authors have an ap for that. We can get lost in someone else’s life, pull their strings, make ’em dance to tunes inside our head. Despite what is, mrs fringe, you have at your fingertips a world of possibilities and I’ve said it before, you never know what’s waiting right around that corner. And that inner muck you speak of is dotted with moments that give you pause, make you happy. Peaceful mornings, morning glories. . .
xo kk
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Hope, reality, and muck is a hell of a stew, isn’t it?
My little morning glories are all closed up for the day now, but they put on quite the show this morning.
❤
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Yeesh, a whole box of tissues? At least Big Senile Dog is on the case for you!
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Apparently whatever’s in the tissue to help prevent the spread of germs also hinders pee absorption. 😉
😀
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Sanity os overrated sometimes 🙂 I am excited to hear that your book is progressing in spite of your business and that dog peeing!
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Only sometimes ? 😉
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😊
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long time no see x
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Checking in!
❤
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Just realised I’ve been missing you. Hope the sanity’s rebalancing.
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Trying. But let’s face it…my sanity, an uphill battle 😉
xoxo
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“Chasing sanity.” I like it, good mental image for me.
Just poking in to say hello! 🙂
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🙂
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Do so love that song, and Honky Chateau was the Elton before he got nighted, princessed over, and just too weird for his and my good. Time to concentrate on writing here too…wet season is in full force, rain for days at a time, all the shops are closed, not even Ticos in town…and the Dengue Fever is gone, and I survived. Trying to gauge the 11 lb. dog against tissue weight, but my math skills are more poor than my spekking is.
Later….
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Hope you’re staying dry, apparently I missed your Dengue Fever–eek!
Trying, trying, to get myself back on track.
🙂
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