On Writing

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One of the reasons I write this blog, is to share my adventures and stories about people and places in and around the Hudson Valley.  A few people recently commented that they really enjoy my writing;  I thank you for taking the time to read this untrained writer's words, and to give me encouragement.

It is a matter of time before I retire from teaching; sometimes I think soon isn't soon enough. I work a high stress job, and though I love it, I know it and wears me out and keeps me from doing other things that I want to do before my end.  I suspect though some of the things will be done for love, some will also have to be done for money, and I wonder if I am interesting enough to make a side living on my writing - my words are simple, though my thoughts can be quite complex and are difficult to sort.

I write from my heart.

I am here for one more day before I fly home.  Though I love spending time with my family, I miss my home, studio, garden, friends, and most of all, my husband. As soon as I get home I will be hitting the studio as I plan on sharing a booth with author friend Heather Rolland, who will be selling her two books - the settings of which take place in the Hudson Valley.  I will be selling my cards and small pieces of art.  It's been a while since I have done a show, so I figure it is a good time to be putting myself out in the public eye.

Photos taken by my old cell phone of a very dank day coming back from Andes on Route 28 near Mt. Tremper where I lived when I left #1.  I have a sketched out small study that I want to paint of the one with the three cabins.  It sums up the soggy mood of a time in my past.  I had to clean them off my phone as Megan has a Droid and she gave me her old LG which has a pull out keyboard and video capacities.  Much nicer than my basic LG.  Life IS good! 

NY here I come!

Patti o

Comments

Jane Kilpatrick Schott said…
Patti,

I would be very interested in purchasing the painting you do of the three fabulous Catskill bungalows. It is an image that gives me solace.

Really wonderful.

Jane
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Patti Gibbons said…
Why thank you Jane!!! I am doing a small one, and then plan to do one on a larger scale. I will keep in touch as they progress. I have a few shows this summer to remit to, and a cool small works show for Unison to create for. :) p
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