http://www.lindseyalyce.com Tue, 22 Jul 2008 15:28:21 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en The air doesn't smell like flowers anymore, or leaves or young grass.  As I drove out to my parents' house, I rolled the windows down and smelt the afternoon sun on cornfields and the backs of cows.  Late summer is rolling in. I woke this morning to quiet.  There weren't cars ... http://www.lindseyalyce.com/archives/270 -The book I'm working on is getting to the point where it feels like work, the point where I have to push through and sweat it out and tap my pens on my paper a lot. But I like that. - After a hot day, I sprawled out in bed ... http://www.lindseyalyce.com/archives/269 I love this part of summer. The breezy dresses. Sleeping sprawled beside the breeze of a lazy fan. Staying up late with friends. Drinking outside. Eating outside. Being sweaty. Long days. Slow walking. Ripe berries. Sweat peas. Reading ... http://www.lindseyalyce.com/archives/268 I feel like Adam and I are taking these great little steps. My writing is inching along in quite beautiful ways*, and Adam is moving in the direction of Industrial/Product Design school. Yup! I am proud and excited. Financing all this will be an adventure, so ... http://www.lindseyalyce.com/archives/267 As I learn that plants I step on daily are edible, pick wildflowers for vases or my hair, feast from mulberry trees that line the street, and just learn to recognize the plants around me, I find myself understanding more and more the riches in the earth, the great provision ... http://www.lindseyalyce.com/archives/266 Hi, friends. The tomatoes are growing, the fireflies are glowing, at the internet has vanished from the Whitlock apartment. It makes my posts here much shorter and less frequent, but I don't mind. It gives me a reason to sit at coffee shops, and lets me find ... http://www.lindseyalyce.com/archives/265 Rest. Ah. http://www.lindseyalyce.com/archives/264 I lick the juice from my fingersstained by berries and blood.The thorn you pulled from my thumb,you drop to the ground. No onewill find it. It is hidden by tallgrass and menstanding like wheat. http://www.lindseyalyce.com/archives/262 "I had always wanted to be an explorer, though I didn't know it at the time." I have started typing up the first part of the novel I'm working on. This will be a longer one, so I'm doing it in chunks, rather than scribbling the whole thing out ... http://www.lindseyalyce.com/archives/261 Feeling a bit slimed today after work. Just a little slime. I'm probably not getting enough alone time. Here are things that I go to to brighten me on slimy days, these days: 1. This interview with Maya Angelou (click on Listen Now) 2. Roald Dahl's official website. Particularly ... http://www.lindseyalyce.com/archives/260