It’s really hot. Really hot, which means I can’t do much more than sprawl on the couch. Or in a cold bath. Last night I dragged the laptop into my bathroom and watched episode after episode of Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List — am totally obsessed with her show right now — while sitting in a tub of cold water. In the dark. In case you couldn’t already tell, we do not have air-conditioning.
I was away … Darling Husband and I had a lovely mini-break, and I was too busy with packing for us and packing for Little Dog — who was graciously baby-sat by Sister-in-Law — to write some posts in advance.
… and didn’t bring my laptop. I try not to bring it on any trips. Between Home “HP” Laptop and Workie “Dell” Laptop, I’m with these two chicks 24/7. A true vacay is a break from both of them.
It was my birthday. Yup, I’m another year older. Another year closer to 30. Another year further from 20. Half-way to 50-something. Damn, I remember when birthdays used to be fun. After I turned 21, I officially passed all of the “good” ages. Now it’s just filler, really. And where is my baby???
I was feeling uninspired. That happens to all of us in the Bloggie World, doesn’t it? I won’t judge you, if lest not yet ye be judged — or something like that.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)