Confession: I am a horrible blogger, so say we all.
Catch-up: We are fantastically happy in Bend, Oregon. We just bought our first house a couple months ago. We are going to be broke for the rest of our lives. But that doesn’t matter because I have this lovely backyard to come home to every night.
Context: I’m writing tonight of all nights about storytelling. I’ve been looking for an excuse to get back into writing. Maybe excuse isn’t the right word … inspiration? idea?
But the last thing I need is another blog / feed to eventually go quiet.
Tonight, in this miracle called a home, I was unpacking another box and discovered a small game called “Story Cubes” that I had hidden away at least a year ago, thinking it would make a great gift for someone someday but I ended up forgetting it or keeping it. So I played myself a game of Story Cubes and wrote a microcuento from that:
It took some work but I managed to unlock the rusty old gate with the key I found in the lavender patch. Once the gate was open, an old stone bridge stretched out before me. Moss grew over the edges and weeds pulled at the columns. I carefully made my way across and felt my eyes shift to take in the extraordinary colors of the garden growing as far as I could see. Impossible plants of impossible rainbows sparkled everywhere I looked. With the courage of such a discovery, I decided to take a gamble with my luck and risk disturbing one tiny little fraction of the peaceful splendid scene. I plucked a single apple-like fruit from a nearby tree-like plant. That was when I heard the voice behind me.
Maybe this is the direction this blog will start moving now? I imagine, given time, I’ll start writing about library things again … or maybe I won’t. Maybe this blog will become an outlet for my home self or for a self I haven’t quite met yet.