meeting the kelpie

“Meeting the Kelpie” by Jaimie Witbread

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Love Jaimie’s illustrations.

This one reminds me a bit of a scene in one of my chapters from long ago.

For all of the reading I’ve done on kelpies, I hadn’t ever imagined them to be scary creatures. Then, I started looking up illustrations online. Holy cow, are some of them creepy?! I dig it, though. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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sad, beautiful, and scribbly

Still playing with markers. I heard one of my favorite Youtube artists, Baylee Jae, say that sometimes you just need to dig in and start scribbling just to get started. I’ve got that part down. Now what? ๐Ÿ˜‰ Do something on purpose, probably.

I was listening to some old thrift shop records while rolling out the new rug for the living room. One of my new favorites is volume two of History of Country Music. There’s commentary and interviews. Toward the end of one side, there’s a set of Hank Williams songs and some clips of things friends said about him and his career. I have this little snip by Minnie Pearl I found especially cool.


She also tells a story about being left to sort of babysit him one day, well to keep him out of trouble before the show that night. They were in the car and he wanted to sing and she said he was singing, I Saw the Light. She said he was singing in a deep sort of sorrowful way, a way that was much different from the way he did on stage, showing off for people. And he stopped just a ways in and said to her, that’s the problem, there’s just no light.

The record also has a snip of another popular singer from the time period (I can’t remember the name). He was talking about the line from I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry: Did you ever see a robin weep, when leaves begin to die? Like me, he’s lost the will to live, I’m so lonesome I could cry.

I’ve heard that song a million times over the years and never paid much attention to the lyrics at all. When the guy recited them on the record, though, I literally stopped in my tracks. I said out loud to my husband who was across the house from me, “Wow, that is a sad song.” Up until then, never really paid attention. It’s sad and it’s pretty too.

Funny the beauty right in front of me, sometimes, I don’t even notice. It’s like a big, invisible brick wall is just floating in front of me, obstructing my view. Note to self, pay attention, girl. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Back to writing, for now. I feel so good about my current project, I feel like I should send out engraved announcementsย or something. Almost back again, finally. Pathetic that it’s THIS big a deal to just be able to be freely creative, but I’ll take what I can get. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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pastels and sketches

“I’ll take care of you” by Kate Louise Powell
Kei Meguro, “Christmas in July”
“Luella”, Sofia Bonati

These are all on my wall in my merย cave (writing room) from a few years back. I thought I would share since I’m starting to collect new prints, lately. Sometimes, I wish I had more walls. ๐Ÿ™‚

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