Autumn Road
Novels novels everywhere and not a minute to write…
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Today's "something shiny" is a novel I started about four years ago. I didn't get very far with it. In fact, what you see below is all there is. Nevertheless, I'm intrigued with this cast of characters and I'd like to finish their story sometime. I have only a vague idea of what it would be about... Poem's Story Yellow maple leaves fluttered overhead as Ed Watts pulled his 1964 El Camino off Ohio 52. October, yet the summer heat would not relent, intensifying as the speedometer fell. Rose sat beside him, Poem on her lap---the two glued together with...
Noah Gabba Gabba and April Wrap Up
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It's been a busy spring at the Thomas residence. This past week was particularly...interesting? I came down with a cold last Sunday and missed a total of 8 hours of work between Monday and Tuesday. As soon as my fever broke (it was as high as 100 degrees), I felt much better. While I was sick and in the middle of napping, a storm blew through that brought quarter size hail. It was loud, so it woke me up of course, and all I could do was stare out the window with my mouth hanging open, hoping it didn't get...
Garden Party
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It's more like February outside, with the snow, sleet, and whatever other frozen thing Mother Nature can concoct, but at my house, we're still holding out hope that spring will arrive soon. As such, we are preparing for our garden. I've had a garden in years past, if it could be called that. Let's just say I've had limited success. This year, however, I want to give it an honest try, which will involve protecting my young succulant plants from the burgeoning vole and bunny population. Last year, I tried to start some watermelon seeds directly in the soil. I...
Guitar Tunes and Gnocchi
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It's Sunday at the Thomas residence, so what else is there to do but strum out-of-tune guitars and make gnocchi? (See vlog below for full explanation.) The Recipe I've never made gnocchi before, and I wanted to start with a simple recipe. I found a gnocchi recipe by Martha Stewart and decided to give it a go. I also watched this video, and it's a good thing I did, because I probably would have kneaded the dough too long. Turns out you hardly have to knead it at all. Oh, and the simple technique for making authentic looking gnocchi that...
Merry Un-Christmas
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Christmas is once again a thing of the past (yay!) and it's that time of the year when hoards of wannabe healthy people begin working on undoing the damage (and weight gain) of the holidays. I got a jump on it this year, mainly by fantasizing about being healthier and skinnier while basking in the afterglow of chocolate chip cookies and Starbucks peppermint mochas. (It's always easy to have the best intentions when you're buzzing from sugar, isn't it? It's much harder the next day when those vegetables don't look nearly as enticing as that bar of chocolate.) But this...
WANTED: The Christmas Spirit
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The Christmas Spirit is an elusive specter in the Thomas house. For me, at least. My children possess it in copious amounts, or shall I say, it has possessed them and they are bubbling over with excitement as a result. I remember those days: starting the Christmas countdown in August, spending quiet evenings staring wistfully at the lit Christmas tree, fantasizing about the gifts Santa Claus might bring. Those days are over. These days, my Christmas season is more about fretting over money, cleaning the house over and over to keep it clean for guests, and fantasizing about sunnier days...
‘Kindled Hearts’ Preview
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For reasons probably related to temporary insanity, I wrote a Christmas-themed inspirational romance novella during NaNoWriMo. For reasons definitely related to temporary insanity, I plan to release it SOON. In the meantime, here is Chapter 1. I hope you enjoy! Back Cover Blurb: Claire Farmer's life just went up in smoke. Literally. According to the fire chief, her 80-year-old house went up like a pile of kindling, destroying all but a few of her precious belongings. Newly divorced and homeless, she's in no place to start a relationship. But when Mitchell Deitrich offers to help her get back on her...
Climbing Back onto the Wagon
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Yesterday's blog post was good medicine, so I've decided to continue the trend with another post. I'm feeling better today, less like I'm pretending to feel okay for the sake of others. This has me feeling cautiously optimistic about the days to come, and more confident in the road I'm taking to stabilize my mood. I've found, through several years of trial an error, that food is also excellent medicine for depression. I fell off my sugarfree wagon many months ago, and as expected, my sugar consumption has steadily climbed and was on the verge of becoming unwieldy. Noticing this,...
Always Look on the Bright Side of Life (…whistle…)
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I'm going through a rough patch. I've been through worse. This is (hopefully) a minor dip in the road. However, I'm conditioned to panic when my mood goes a little south. I project past experiences onto the present, re-live uncomfortable memories...yeah. Dread. That's pretty much it. I experience dread. Which, makes sense, as that would be a symptom of depression, which I suffer from periodically. In my older years, the depression has generally been childbirth-induced, or psychotropic-medicine-induced. I suspect the latter is the case here. I'm tapering a medicine that I started postpartum, and...well...here we go again. Roller coaster ride,...
Friday Poetry: Transfusion
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TRANSFUSION by Jessica E. Thomas, May 2015 How can I write words with no pulse? Blank lines on a prosaic path to nowhere. But you don't depend on a stilled hand. You speak in spite of me. Words poured from you, written in blood. You're the voice that rose Adam up from dust. You make rivers run red. My heart pumps a dull tome life beats drop after drop siphoned from me. But you don't depend on a rebellious woman. You speak in spite of me. Words poured from you, written in blood. You're the voice that rose Adam up...
The Confusion of Motherhood
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To help me transition back to work after baby #3 (who is now eight weeks old) my workplace has graciously allowed me to telework for a month. I started teleworking today. My brain is mush. I won't say having three children is more difficult than I thought it would be, rather it's as difficult as I thought it would be and then some. If you read that last sentence again, you'll see it doesn't quite make sense. Brain? Meet world. World? Meet brain. A Brain Divided It's too early to say for sure, but I think even teleworking is more...
Babies, MTHFR, V Leiden…Oh My!!
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I fully intended to blog my way through this third pregnancy, and even had idyllic visions of reminiscing about my first two pregnancies at the same time so I could document them all at once. That hasn't happened. I think I've vented about this on my blog before, but I'm having trouble thinking linearly. My thoughts seem to come in spurts, sometimes with no coherent order or rhyme or reason which does not make for well-written blog posts. Nevertheless, I have not given up. I'm not even half way through my pregnancy, so there is time to redeem myself. And...