It’s been longer than I care to calculate since I’ve been on a beach. So, needless to say, this isn’t a sandcastle that I actually built. It is a castle built out of sand. It’s just… no bigger than the palm of my hand.
I saw it sitting on my bookshelf this week, though, and it reminded me of warmer days. Days when the temperature didn’t get tantalizingly close to above zero, and then promptly drop twenty degrees again overnight.
I promise I’m not being entirely negative. It has gotten a lot nicer out than it used to be, and I’m sure spring is just around the corner. I only wish it would get here a little sooner.
This was one of those weeks when I just couldn’t figure out what to do for a featured photo post. So, like other such weeks, I ended up searching my house for inspiration. That led me to the pile of props I have for book photos, where I came across my collection of sea shells.
I chose this one for my featured photo because I liked its texture so much. There just seems to be so much going on in one little shell: Long, smooth bits layering over each other, small bumps dotting up in rows, and smooth rows waving up in between. Plus, there are some interesting colours going on. How could I resist it?
Some days, self-doubt takes the lead.
Some days, I wonder if my writing will go any further. Those days, I look back and realize how far I’ve come.
Some days, it’s tough to pick up a pencil or keep typing. Those days, I let the warmth of a good book wash over me.
Some days, I can’t help thinking that I’m just not cut out for this. Those days, I focus on the fact that I’m not writing to become a best-seller, but because writing makes my heart happy.
And you know what? Every day, I’m incredibly proud to call myself a writer.
Remember that orchid I told you about back in December? I’m happy to say I’ve made some progress with it. It hasn’t exactly started growing yet, but it has stopped dying.
It’s possible the two of us have reached a stalemate, of sorts, and that we won’t go any further. I figure, though, that even a little progress is better than no progress at all, right?
Oh, and on another note: I’m utterly in love with how this picture turned out. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted when I started shooting, but when I framed this in the viewfinder, I knew I’d found my shot. It turned out better than I could have hoped.
I’ve been making an effort to drink more tea lately, especially before bed. Not caffeinated tea before bed, of course–I’d never sleep. I’ve found some nice non-caffeinated teas that seem to help me sleep better, though.
I do drink caffeinated tea during the day, though. It helps keep my energy up, and it’s a little healthier than the mochas and lattes that I usually drink. Not that I’ve entirely given those up. I usually buy or make myself one each day, but at least the tea keeps me from drinking more than that.
Okay, so maybe the fact that I haven’t completely given up the lattes and mochas means that the tea isn’t going to help my health all that much. But I figure even a little difference is better than no difference at all, right?