It’s hard to believe that 4 years have passed since I started Scribe’s Canvas. It’s been a kind of haphazard journey. Long stretches with nothing
Dog in the Garden
Bees flittered between brightly colored flowers, which were swaying in the light morning breeze. Birds chatted to each other from neighboring trees, welcoming the day.
a writer picks up her pen…
A writer picks up her pen and feels a shock of disbelief strike down her spine. Can she still do this? After all this time?
Scattered Rhythm| Reader’s Choice
This Reader’s Choice post is inspired by the words “rhythm” and “scattered” which had an equal number of votes. A huge thank you to everyone
I am a Writer
There’s an image in my head of what a “writer” is supposed to be like. If I were able to show you that image, you
On the Sudden Appearance of Writer’s Block
The sudden appearance of writer’s block is annoying. I sat down this morning with the title of a blog post I wanted to write and
Magic Writing
writing is magic characters fall to the page pen strokes moving them
Books I’ve Read Recently
Reading has also been a passion for me. However, over the course of the school year, I always end up reading less than I’d like. So starting
Avoidance
there is change in the air can you feel it? it’s brushing past me is it near you too? I feel it calling do you
The Amity Award
I’m excited to share with you something I’ve been thinking about and working on for a little while now. To celebrate this blog’s third year
Get to Know Me | Q&A
Hello everyone! I haven’t done a Q&A/Get to Know Me for a long time and I thought it would be a fun way to celebrate
Hello July!
Hello everyone! How is it July already? What happened to June? No, scratch that, what happened to the first half of the year? Somehow I
Mindfulness
rainy, gray clouds speak of sad thoughts; I welcome them I’ll dance in the rain
Q & A and an Update…
Happy summer everyone! I’ve been gone for a couple of weeks because of finals, but now that school is out I have more time to
lilacs in the breeze
lilacs in the breeze the scent of spring bringing me into this moment my gently closed eyes allow my ears to open to the sound