Of Writing and Witchy Living

I hope everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving had the most wonderful of times with family and friends. I wish those who hunger—for food, shelter, health, freedom…—find their much needed nourishment very soon. I spent most of the holiday reading about tummy medical procedures to come, and baring my teeth at what might be a mild food allergy that interferes with my swallowing… upcoming tests shall say more…

In between teeth baring and reading, I wrote poetry and fiction and crafted a bit… and worked, very slowly, on a Pay It Forward project for which I’m about three years past due *cough, cough, cough*. There has been some stretching and exercising, too. I was cleared to work out again, but at such a slow pace that the boredom might urge me to pull my hair out before I can get any real benefit from the so called physical training. Don’t start yelling, my Luvs! I am being rather careful. Patient? Well, that’s a whole different tale.

Speaking of tales and such, I finished the story inspired by “Balance”, the short Bit that won the sixth Expanding Wee Bits of Dark Fiction and Poetry. I shall publish it at the beginning of the week. It just doesn’t feel like a Thanksgiving or Thanksgiving weekend tale. Also, I’ve been editing a collection I aim to publish in the spring—in electronic and print formats *overexcited giggles and delight-filled cackles*. At the same time, I’m trying to figure out the best way to integrate my spoken words and Expanding Wee Bits features. I’m thinking of a biweekly thing… but I’m not sure yet.

Last, but never least, I’ve been finding homes for my urban driftwood—AKA all the logs and sticks I collect during my walks around my NYC woods. The piece below made the perfect shelf for “Mistress Moon”, by SunshineShelle, and its companions: Oma Linda’s wee cabinet of curiosities, Eliora’s wee bottle, and Sharon’s wand.

Urban Driftwood

What have you been up to, my Wicked Luvs?

My Reading of “Let Me Love Your Wild and Naked”

Sometimes, we just need a bit of Wild in our lives… and some Naked, too. Don’t you think so, my Wicked Luvs? I do think… and need Wild and Naked every now and again… and again. I’m sure that’s what I was thinking about when I wrote this poem, back in 2012…

Well, here is my reading of “Let Me Love Your Wild and Naked”:

I think I will do this every week… or every other week. I like the idea of sharing some spoken words, while I work on expanding my latest Bit. What do you think?

Nude, by SunshineShelle
“Nude”, by SunshineShelle