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Dad always called my daughter, Natalie, an “old soul.” Maybe because she’d listen to his old Julie London and Frank Sinatra records and knew those lyrics better than most of the contemporary music or because she read the poetry he liked, could recite Donald Hall and Pablo Neruda (in Spanish), and even wrote her own poetry that was spellbinding in its ability to discern truth and display a keen knowledge of nature. Continue reading

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NaNoWriMo Day 22, Soup’s Off

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Observations: It’s pouring outside but inside the words aren’t quite as prolific, but I’m going on.

No real observations here. No profound thoughts, as you will note as you (if you) read.

Disclaimer: Still very, very much a draft!

Total word count: 37,984

You can read previous sections here.

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NaNoWriMo Day 21, Soup’s Off

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Observations: I am never doing this again. I swear! If I even act like I’m going to do it next year…someone who is currently reading this (if I haven’t put you all to sleep), please remind me.

Just say: Hey, Sasch, remember last year when you went bald in that one spot from pulling your hair out?

I will nod, which you won’t see unless you have a webcam in my house or have hijacked my computer (first and last: creepy) and say, thank you for reminding me and stopping a train wreck! 😉

Addendum: This happens almost every time. Just before I’m about to post, I start reading through, and then start adding and then go back to Word to revise some more then end up with almost 500-800 more words. Ha….then copy it back in…revise the word count….

Disclaimer: I’m not even gonna.

Total word count: 36,553

all of the words on the road to Oz behind…whatever that means.

You can read previous sections here. (I dare you …hahaha :D)

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Checking In

We’ll call this the #weekendcoffeeshare without the actual beverages, because I just finished my cuppa. 😞

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What a gorgeous autumn day! The willows still have some vibrant yellow leaves, which look even more gorgeous against the rich blue sky. Continue reading

Happy Thanksgiving!

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(c) Sascha Darlington

Even if you are not American, I want to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving to me means being grateful for all of the wonderful people, dogs, and other things in my life.

This year has been a sad year in so many ways for me and I think it’s because of the sadness that I like to reflect on all of the good that’s happened. No matter what people think, the good usually outweighs the bad, but the bad always takes on a disproportinate amount of thought.

I am thankful that I finally discovered the courage to blog. Truthfully, it’s been a great experience. I stopped writing creatively a few years ago because I wasn’t getting published and someone told me that perhaps my efforts were best spent elsewhere. So I stopped.

When I started my blog, it was to be a book blog, but then I found I wanted to fill in days and then I started posting my own writing. I may not garner the “likes” of a lot of people, but to know that a few of you appreciate my poems or my stories is amazing.And it’s for you (and me) I write. Thank you. You seriously rock my world! You cannot possibly know how much I mean that.

You all are my Thanksgiving.

I am grateful to each and every one of you. I am blessed with your feedback and your humor and your sarcasm and wit. I am blessed with your honesty and your beauty and your style and grace. I am also blessed by those of you who write so beautifully, you know who you are!, who make me want to excel and be a much better writer. I am blessed by those of you who are so kind that you want others to succeed. I am blessed.

So thank you. Happy Thanksgiving.

Love, Sascha Darlington

Thanksgiving Celebration 11/24/2016