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| Scomerica. It pretty much looks like this. |
Once upon a time, a man and a woman walked the blustery, snowy shores of Fife Kingdom, discoursing on ideologies, philosophies, hopes and happiness. They looked to a peninsula of pretty port town cottages and a lighthouse, waited as the sun set over the North Sea, and determined that their perfect land existed in a world they could share. And so they called it Scomerica.
Because he was Scottish. And she was American. Yeees, we are amused by our own cleverness, even if others aren't.
And so this series of blog posts is an attempt to get into the once-a-week habit, and to share random pieces of life, writing and otherwise.
Welcome to Scomerica.
To finish the story begun above, the man and the woman recently wed.
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| Married by our dear friend Mandy Hubbard. |
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| Grinning like the happy dorks we are. |
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| Surrounded by beloved family and some best friends in the world: Kristin Otts, Kirsten Hubbard and Steph Kuehn. |
In typical man fashion, the HottieScottie (don't blame me, blame Mandy for that nickname) probably liked the wedding gifts best of all.
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| Apparently the old T.V. wasn't good enough. I assumed "turning on" was all a T.V. needed. Silly me. |
After, we went to New York and Philadelphia to see art and parks and melt in unseasonably warm weather. Also, to visit more of the best friends money can't buy and completely forget to take photos of/with them. So Kody, Sarah G., Phoebe, Alison and EVEN MY OWN EDITOR AND AGENT (who are the best people in the biz no joke): You look amazing. Beyond epic. In the pictures in my mind.
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| When Scomerica and New York mix. |
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| A dose of history in Philadelphia. |
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| The Rodin Museum. An homage to my favorite sculptor. |
And then we came home.
So, what else happens in Scomerica? When the weather is nice, we do things like garden and walk and air out the tent in the backyard. We traverse Scomeria's national boundary and play tourists in Seattle and make funny faces for the camera. After all, the wisdom of all the ages basically comes down to this:
When you find someone as weird as you, marry them.
And finally . . . spring.
It's my favorite season when I'm embroiled in it and the weather's lovely, as it has been the past week. When it's raining or winter or summer, I become fickle and autumn is my favorite. At spring's best, everything is blooming outside, we've got the garden planted with summer vegetables and our floppy dog keeps trying to eat the ripened strawberries off the plants when we're not looking. Today, as I was finishing up some writing, I looked out the dining room window and realized there's a lilac tree tucked away between two other bushes. Almost three years in this house and I'd never noticed it before! I immediately went out and gathered a few fragrant stems. The house smells delicious now. Fresh flowers in the house never fail to make me smile. I surround myself with them as often as possible. But I can never decide which types i like best.
What's your favorite flower?
The lovely Pam Witte featured a number of Lucky 13 authors, including me, on
Ink & Angst today. I was honored to share some thoughts on writing, publishing and my process.
Love and Cheers from Scomerica