Ah, the dreaded question. You know it is coming when the pin-drop silence spreads over you like a blanket. You can practically hear the tick, tick, tick of the clock, even though there isn’t a clock anywhere in the vicinity. Time stretches like a rubber band, and then it snaps. “What are you thinking about?”... Continue Reading →

What do I mean by that?  You know, those whimsical Wrangles. The scribble-thoughts. When your mind can only think in scribbles and nothing else.  When it wreaks the Watchers because the Watchers know that the Wrangles can be reigned in, all it takes is a little bubble to push through and pop. 

Suspiciously splendid is when everything is going right.  When things just seem to fall into place, where the sun shines at just the right temperature and the wind blows at the perfect pace.  Here is where the eerie feeling sets in, it’s suspiciously splendid. Something is coming. I can feel it. 

When the spooky vibes hit, they hit hard. Here we are, leaning into October as our lives depend on it. Hearing the spooky tales from left to right, wondering when it will end. But do we want it to end? The spooky? Naw, I don't think so.