writing

  • A Tale of Three Weekends

    Good morning, Taylor. I’m having to write this letter all over again, because I started, but I lost it! Ragdoll had been really really busy these last two weeks and I’ve watched my time shrink like crazy. But I haven’t… Continue reading

    A Tale of Three Weekends
  • A Letter From The Passenger’s Seat

    Good afternoon, Taylor. It’s much too late for coffee, but that’s okay. I had coffee ice cream today, so I got my coffee fix. My week has been a week of taking chances. There’s a new person in Ragdoll’s life,… Continue reading

    A Letter From The Passenger’s Seat
  • The Shy Mountain

    Good Evening, Taylor, It’s been a while since my last letter, hasn’t it? The thing of it is, not a lot is going on. Ragdoll is so, so, so busy now—she doesn’t have much time for anything but work, and… Continue reading

    The Shy Mountain
  • A Little Closer Everytime

    Good Morning, Taylor, It’s a really beauitful morning on the deck, and I’m hoping the crows will come visit. The book club I’m a part of had us reading The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy last month. I tried really… Continue reading

    A Little Closer Everytime
  • Hiding in Plain Sight

    Good Morning, Taylor, It’s a been a while since my last letter. But there’s a reason. I’ve been hiding. A few weeks ago, Ragdoll missed an important meeting she had to go to, and the person she was supposed to… Continue reading

    Hiding in Plain Sight
  • Sick as a Ragdog

    Good Morning, Taylor, The last two days have been not good. They’ve been okay for me. Even boring. But Ragdoll was sick. Sick as a dog. Sick as a Ragdog. So for two days, I stayed inside. She offered me… Continue reading

    Sick as a Ragdog
  • The End of Spring Break

    Good Morning, Taylor. It’s a really nice day outside. and I’m having some lunch inside. I wanted to have lunch on the deck, but the neighbor is outside working on something. I decided not to go out because he’ll want… Continue reading

    The End of Spring Break
  • Reflections on the Water

    I’m sitting here at the edge of the lake, reading my book. There’s music playing on the beach and two older people are teaching kids Frisbee tricks. I’m part of the people parade, enjoying a day out. I went to… Continue reading

    Reflections on the Water
  • The Process

    Good Morning, Everyone. A few days ago, I was talking with The Beekeeper who asked me what The Backwoods looked like. And that’s when I realized I’ve been talking about my thoughts on your world, and haven’t said much about… Continue reading

    The Process
  • Intermission.

    Good Morning, Taylor, This is a wierd day for me. I have nothing to do. I just read a new book for a little bit. I might watch a movie later. But for now, I have nothing to do. So… Continue reading

    Intermission.