I’m transitioning the blog from the old name, Kendra&Story, to the new, Glimpses Here and There. I’m also changing up some of the look. I’ll see if I want to stay with it. I may change the header image every once in a while, just for one.
Thanks for reading! If you’re interested, I just posted another writing prompt and a casual disquisition, A Name by any Other Rose . . .
Thank you, readers!
If you called a rose a lily, would it still be a rose? Names are hard.
I’m not just talking about character names, but book titles, blog titles, the name you pick for your dog, and for those of you who are having kids, picking a name for your kid that doesn’t add to their probable trauma growing up.
Continue reading “A Name by any Other Rose . . .” →
Florence slowed Israfel to a walk as they approached Molly, who grazed sedately by the ruins of the plane. Though Israfel was named after a warring angel, it was Molly who had the personality of a terrifying eldritch creature with divine powers. Hence, her presence outside of her paddock and clear across Florence’s father’s land. Molly did not think fences suited her.
Continue reading “Canoodling in the Wreckage” →
Not only is the word rhythm hard to spell (every single time, I forget the damn ‘h’) but it’s also hard to find when you’re starting something new, or continuing something after a break.
It’s hard for some people to find when they’re dancing. It’s hard for some people to find when they’re in a new relationship.
Continue reading “What is a Good Rhythm?” →
At the moment, not only do I not have an ideal writing spot, there’s not even a ‘spot’ that I could reasonably call my own. I am currently living in someone else’s house, trying to fit myself into what little space they will give me.
This is a hard thing to admit for anyone, but I think there are a lot more people in my situation than anyone allows to be showed to others or even online. People relying on other people to shelter them while their going through a transition or a hard time.
Continue reading “When Your Writing Space is Not Ideal” →
When I was a child, and first started writing, I had this vision of my adult self sitting in a garret, in a castle, wearing a fancy robe, and writing hundreds of books.
I still daydream about that, but with a little bit of sarcasm thrown in. Like an inner satire monologue with a Wes Anderson vibe montage. “Hah, hah,” I say to myself. “How chic, yet unrealistic.” Then I concentrate on what color robe I’m wearing and whether the relationship with my dreamy, rich husband is good or on the rocks (for the drama, of course).
Continue reading “Writers Need Money Too” →
I find that when I have major changes in my life, I tend to seek out the familiar. The books, tv shows, and music that comforts me. The food that is familiar, or easy to make (or takes no effort at all). Clothes that are simple and do nothing accept cover the body.
Continue reading “Seeking the Familiar” →