Just Scratching, and Thinking, and Missing some Punctuation…..

Writing is a tricky art. It is an art, an all-consuming, suck you up alive, think in essay, everything is a story….art.

I am slow to do a blog post these days, quick to scratch it on a document or sketch pad….that  stole from a little pike.

These days I am writing thinking about the world and what they may want, the kids what they are able to hear, the parents and what they will understand. Constantly scribbling thoughts and ideas of how to encourage and cook.

I am working on a book, a little, tiny, set of thoughts that just might make it to some off set printer willing to bind and hock at the local shop, all in the name of hope for the future, by sharing my thoughts and food ideas for and from Him, him and them.

As Momma Pike I am not all that lovely or all that talented, I am just persistent in trying to figure out how to do this all with minimal damage or mess to all the babies, while keeping my sanity intact (or rather getting it back intact).  I have weird incomplete sentences that constitute a complete thought in my head, I over use commas and dot, dot, dots.  I write from the gut and hit publish too soon. I need an editor and a paying job. I want more sleep and better coffee. My hearts desire is to see other mommas, daughters, husbands, and sons encouraged some how by this crazy hot mess of a life I am living.  This is my story today.  I will try to write more stories here and not do all my scratching on paper no one sees……yet.