Welcome to my blog Upstate Girl, (a.k.a Follow Your Bliss Part II), I am an independently published author. This blog is all about writing and the stuff that inspires me to write, the joys and obstacles that come along with the writer's life, and my fascination with the psychology of people and what makes them tick...the human condition, as is...and my love for words, playing with them and making sense of them...and I throw in a few photos from my acre of the world just to make things pretty...sometimes there are things I have no words for, only pictures will do.

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© Laura J. Wellner), unless otherwise noted, please be a peach, if you'd like to use my work for a project or you just love it and must have it, message me and we'll work out the details...it's simple...JUST ASK, please.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Last years debris and a flower of hope...

Leaf Lace, 4/24/2011

Collage, 4/24/2011
Debris, 4/24/2011

Leaf Lace, fragment, 4/24/2011

Overlap, 4/24/2011

Lace, 4/24/2011

Old Lace, 4/24/2011

Stone, cracked, 4/24/2011
A little bit of hope... 4/24/2011
We're in the midst of the 6th rainiest April on record, so it just seems bleak up here on our little acre of the world, but it isn't all that bad, just damp and the rain has been much more gentle than the bluster of last weekend that pulled off a dozen shingles from our roof...(have since been replaced by my Fred during one of the few breaks in the rain!)

I know when I see the little white violets pushing through last year's debris that spring is here at last...as much as I love the colts foot, daffodils, and squill, the violets with their sweet scent take me back to times when I was very young, picking fistfuls of these for my mom in the woods behind our house, it was literally a carpet of violets out there, and the smell of them was overwhelming...I spent happy days surrounded by violets so I was very happy to find them here when we moved in...

I'm still focusing my little point n' shoot camera at the debris of leaves and bits of weeds...the pale lacy remains have been beautiful finds...

I've been slowly working my way through Part 2 of Drinking from the Fishbowl, this seems to be in better shape than Part 1, as I recall, it didn't require as much work before...and I believe Part 3 is also going to be relatively easy...which naturally makes me suspicious, so I know I'll back track backwards through the chapters, going line by line, paragraph by paragraph before too long...as I should before I publish it...I'm hoping not to overtax myself like I did while working on The Fractured Hues of White Light and Dusty Waters I've learned so many lessons with those two, this should be easier...should be. You'd think. The self-doubt demons have been nibbling at me again...challenging me...saying mean things...just when I'm convinced that the book is truly awful, I pick it up to work on it and realize there's nothing wrong with it, it's fine, it has it's voice, it has a solid story, the characters have something to say...so I will continue with my leisurely pace, picking away at it, taking my time to make it right...

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

April Showers...and wind...

Collage #1, 4/15/2011

Collage #4, 4/15/2011

Collage #2, 4/15/2011

Collage #3, 4/15/2011

Colts foot, 4/15/2011
It's Winds-day...the sun has popped out from the clouds tonight making everything golden and green...mallard duck heads shimmer so boldly in this light...today is a sneezy day too, the pussy willow toes have gone to flower today, which sort of makes me sad that they're coming to an end so soon, yet glad that we're moving closer to warmer weather...the colts foot has pushed through the debris to poke their sunny yellow faces toward the sky...

I've had a "time"...I was hiked into the ER by my Fred on Friday night (4/15) because I had a very bad pain in my lower right side that wrapped around to my lower back, which was accompanied by sciatic nerve pain that I was already dealing with all week...yes, it was VERY bad, and it was a bit scary. It was determined that I might've had an ovarian cyst burst...tho' my sonogram was described as "unremarkable"...well, of course it would if the darn thing already burst and went on its way by the time you took a looky-loo with the wand...these things happen, but there will be follow-ups to the follow-ups and double check with this one, call that one... cover all the bases, cross 't's' dot 'i's'...enough already...no one really knows or can really explain to me what happened to cause the pain. I'm okay now, still a bit crampy there in the right side, still gimping around with sciatic nerve pain, but nothing like that night...I was released that night and tucked into my own bed by midnight, although I know it wasn't much ado about nothing because it hurt like the devil, it certainly feels like it now...it's a mystery to me what's going on under the hood...
Crouching Tigger-Hidden Pooh revisiting the barn, pondering faint memories of being very wee once, and now he is a very tubby tabby, 13 years young...

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Spring debris collages...

Pale Lace, 4/9/2011

Layers, 4/9/2011

Grace #2, 4/9/2011

Grace #1, 4/9/2011

Collage, 4/10/2011

Dried Grass, 4/9/2011

Feather and Burdock, 4/9/2011

Overlap, Pale Leaves, 4/9/2011
I'm still focusing my camera's lens on the leftover debris on the ground, I can't help it...but this is what sings for me at the moment...

It was a busy week...we were on TV Monday to promote the CNY Art Showcase...it was awesome and awful at the same time, hard to explain, but one becomes grateful for having grace under fire. It was what I expected and yet not, but overall it was a good experience. The auction itself went off on Friday, and again, another good experience, we met more local artists (some new to the fundraiser), and it was nice to see people excited about the art, and it's nice to see it all together in one room...and it pleased me to see my drawing, Lumina #2 go to a young woman who seemed very pleased with her acquisition...it was sweet, her smile was priceless. I didn't get to meet the person who acquired my photo of the rose, I thought I saw it go out the door under the arm of a gentleman buyer...

I'm glad we've gotten past this busy time and I'm looking forward to some down time, I need to get back to a rhythm of life that encourages creativity...with the warmer weather coming in, I'll spend time sitting in my favorite porch sitting chair with my manuscript of Fishbowl, read, edit, rewrite, and get it ready to publish...and of course, working in my garden is the place where I do much of my creative thinking, and maybe, just maybe, I can work on something new...

Sunday, April 3, 2011

April at last...

Abstraction, 4/2/2011

Early April, collage, 4/2/2011

Pale Leaf, 4/2/2011

Leaf on Stone, 4/2/2011

Overlapping Debris, 4/2/2011

Chives, old and new, 4/2/2011
It's still cold, and we still have some stubborn snow on the ground in those shady areas of the acre. The pussy willow toes have been out testing the chill air...good thing they're fuzzy, right? They're still tiny and tight on their twiggy limbs. I'm still photographing the flattened debris...there are some little spikes of green life poking through, the chives, tulips, daffodils, crocus, iris and tiger lilies...but nothing blooming up here yet, things down below us in the city are well ahead of us up here on the hilltop...that's fine, we get spring a little longer, my lilacs will still be blooming when everyone else's have turned brown.The sun is shining, and I'm feeling better today than I have the whole week, another FMS flare-up has complicated my week, but I just go with it as best as I can (tho' on Friday I could barely stand being in my own skin.) Whatever, right? I just keep going forward...

I'm working on Fishbowl again, reading through Part I, tightening up things here and there, last time through I was taking out parts that were bugging me, reworking them, putting them back, and now I'm working out any ragged edges that were left behind. I found one in chapter 11 yesterday afternoon, I nearly pitched the whole chapter out of frustration, but after some thought, I didn't...I'll need to think it through a little more...problem solving, it's what I do, and I know that what I make of it will be just right...it feels good to be writing.

Tomorrow morning, my Fred and I are going to be on television (WSYR Ch 9, "Bridge Street" 10-11AM) promoting the CNY Art Showcase, the auction is on Friday...it should be fun.