"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman

13 The Meltdown

13mel.jpg1. Last week my cursor starting typing everything backwards – from right to left. It felt like driving a car around that would only go in reverse.
2. Looking out the window after just waking up, I thought it had snowed before realizing that white tail deer fur was scattered all over the yard compliments of our dog Jasmine.
3. And then it really did snow, so much so that my flight to Boston was canceled.
4. This was a comment I left at Netchick’s Meet and Greet when my cursor was cursed: !! sdrawkcab gnihtyrve gnipyt si rosruc yM
5. Take the S out of CURSE and you have a CURE.
6. You can build a Ben and Jerry’s snowman HERE THIS one is better with 25 hats and more to play dress up with.
8. Speaking of ice cream: Occasionally there are perks that come with doing interviews for stories. In the past couple of years some of mine have included a CD, a facial, a concert ticket, and a cotton grocery bag. Lately it’s been dairy products. I was gifted some cheese while working on a story about a local cheese maker. That was followed by a story on a creamery in which Butter Crunch ice cream was involved.
9. The cheese maker story that I wrote for Natural Awakenings of Southwest can be read at their online site (click on magazines and March) complete with sound effects as you turn the page HERE.
10. When I was a kid I distinctly remember worrying about Peter Rabbit getting caught in Mr. McGregor’s garden and about Frosty the Snowman melting. I was glad when SHE melted though.
11. As a child I was very taken by the Hans Christian Anderson story The Snow Queen. The combination of it being a deeply layered fairytale with the fact that it was the only story I remember my father reading aloud to me made it a formative experience, which is probably why it showed up later in poetry.
12. A broken piece of glass embedded in our sight … holds us hostage to bitterness … Shame cuts // as does a sharpened wit or pen … slash by slash the Druid’s Ogham … worn by time tells the story … He was saved from the Snow Queen … because somebody loved him … and because he finally was able to cry … out the glass // which was really a mirror … But his red shoes remain lost … down the river … I didn’t know then that my ancestor’s had no shoes … I didn’t learn that in school ~ From The School of Higher Learning, a 1999 poem about my Irish ancestry.
13. Unlike me THIS Loose Leaf Notes blogger is not very talkative.
Go HERE before they melt.

March 5th, 2009 Colleen Redman Posted in Thirteen Thursdays

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