David brought in logs from our woodpile with a huge grin on his face. When I asked him what he was smiling about, he responded, “What do you think about s’mores for dinner?”

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David brought in logs from our woodpile with a huge grin on his face. When I asked him what he was smiling about, he responded, “What do you think about s’mores for dinner?”
Darien and I paused at the cliff's edge, the water ahead of us sparkling in the bright morning sunlight. "It's such a clear day," he said, pointing toward the horizon. "I feel so lucky that I get to see this with you."
SHEILA. I HAVE RETURNED YOUR HUSBAND.
DON'T MIND THE LEG PUNCTURE. HE IS OTHERWISE FINE.
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oh tumblr is gonna have a field day with this one
After another fresh layer of snow appeared overnight, I was thrilled to hear Lincoln share his plan to build raised beds in the backyard this spring. "We need something to look forward to," he said.
something about guys in knitwear…
“I just winter-proofed all the windows for us,” said Silas. “Now we’ll be toasty warm all winter.”
I wrote this caption when I was 22 (💀) and as I sit at my laptop over a decade later, next to window I had to shrink-wrap with my spouse to make less drafty… I am not yet toasty but I can dream.
Earlier this week, I sent out my first newsletter. In it I shared a zine you can print at home and color/collage however you'd like, and I also talk about what makes a great fictional boyfriend (his outfits). It's short and sweet since I believe if you're reading emails recreationally, they should be fun. You can check it out for free, and please subscribe if you want more stuff like that! It's free!
Here I'm sharing a little behind the scenes on how I made the zine.
Who needs AI? I can fuck up drawing hands all on my own
I started by folding up an 8.5 x 11 piece of paper into a draft zine and drew what I want in pencil.
After I bought new fine line pens (😍) I put a new sheet of paper on top and traced the drawings in pen. To make tracing easier, some of these I did this against a window. I realized pretty quickly I did not want all the text to be handwritten, but that's what scanning is for!
Then I took pictures of each of the pages, arranged them where I wanted them on canva and added the text, adjusted the exposure/coloring on the pictures to be only black and white, and saved it as a PDF. I have no fancy editing software (you can do a lot with the preview app) and only the free version of canva, so this is a really easy process that anyone can do to make a mini zine, and ultimately if you like your design in your original draft, no other process needed except for copying if you want to distribute it.
If you want to color your own Your LL Bean Boyfriend Zine - get the link from my newsletter and if you're not shy, I'd love to see what you make.
The sky had faded from the brilliant hues of sunset to the velvet blue of dusk, the dwindling campfire now the only thing that was keeping us warm. Lincoln pulled a blanket around our shoulders and said, "The coals are almost at that perfect level for s'mores. What do you say we we pull out the marshmallows? After that we can go back inside and get warm."
A treat is coming...
Here's a preview:
You can get the file to print your own when my first newsletter comes out...
Lincoln emerged from the cellar with his toolbox. "Just checked - we've got everything we need to put those shelves up today."
Appreciation Post...
Many things have happened in my long absence of posting, including that Maine got its first professional soccer team, Hearts of Pine. Now, I don't know much about sport, but I do know... art. This is an appreciation post for the art director behind the photoshoot for the Hearts of Pine inaugural home jersey drop.
I mean, the look of the jersey is immaculate. The shoot styling??
Please.
This is one of those examples of, they didn't have to go this hard, but thank god they did.
And to no one's surprise, L.L. Bean is a sponsor.
So, whether you've seen this already or not, let's just take a moment and say, thank you, art directors.
Just so you know, this blog was created to be inspiration for writing. (The name makes it a bit obvious, I know.) And part of that includes things that reflect the character of our lumberjack.
He's warm and compassionate, but he'll stand up for people and do the right thing. He won't throw the first punch; he would rather deescalate. But he'll defend and shield those who are vulnerable.
This blog is a haven from the crazy world around us. My story is set in my New England state, far from the noise of current events. But that doesn't mean our lumberjack or I are turning a blind eye.
I love the variety of folks I see in the notes, how you each embrace the things that delight you. So if I see something that's too gross to let slide, I will block them. You want to make (or reblog) jokes that boil down to a lack of compassion? Nah, you don't get access to our lumberjack.
Technically, it's not against the Geneva Convention if it's against your own citizens. But that doesn't mean it's appropriate to use pepper spray on civilians.
I wanted to write a snappier line about bear spray etc, but I'm world-weary and trying to take care of myself. Being and having a haven of calm is still important, even if I'm not out on the streets. Keep the calluses on your hands, not your heart.
Matteo ambled down the path, holding hands through our mittens and marveling at the pristine snow blanketing the woods. "I love how everything sparkles in the sun," he said. "I wouldn't want to be here with anyone but you."
Parts of me
A proper morning.