A.M. Offenwanger's Blog, page 6
October 11, 2023
October 5, 2023
It’s a Newsletter!
I’ve finally taken the plunge and set up a newsletter, to keep my faithful followers updated with some semblance of regularity (no more than once every month or two) on what’s going on in the Clay and Words studio and study.
If you’re interested in being among the first to find out when there’s a new book coming out or an art show in the offing, or you’d like to be introduced to my writing and my ceramics one piece at a time, go over here (the “Newsletter” tab in the menu) and leave me yo...
October 4, 2023
October 1, 2023
Happy Bloggiversary to us!
I just saw that today is our ninth bloggiversary on WordPress. After four years of blogging on Blogger, Steve and I moved house and came over to WordPress, in anticipation of publishing Seventh Son, which happened on Oct. 18th, 2014.
Steve posing on my library books. Yes, he’s still around, even if he hasn’t said much lately (to me at least).So, Happy Bloggiversary to us! If you feel like wasting, umm, I mean spending some time on browsing the Archives, there’s a handy button on the right ...
September 18, 2023
ArtWalk, a Retrospective
I know you’ve all been eagerly waiting for the verdict, and here it is: ArtWalk was fantastic. (If you can’t see a video above this paragraph because you’re getting this as an email, click on the title and it’ll take you to the post in your browser, where it should show the video properly.)
Just to catch you up on what this Lake Country ArtWalk thing is, it’s a giant art festival that has been held in our community on the second weekend in September for the last thirty years. Two days, th...
September 8, 2023
Lake Country ArtWalk 2023
Gaeli’s Gnomes and I will be in the Middle School gym. See you there!
September 6, 2023
August 30, 2023
August 6, 2023
#SundayScribble, 06.08.2023
My coffee tastes like espresso this morning – the first cup of a whole potful that I grabbed to get back upstairs with it so as not to have to talk to anyone quite yet.
The valley is socked in with smoke still, the rising sun a blood-red ball over the hazy hillside. But there is no smell of smoke that I can detect; maybe my nose has become inured to it. The doves are cooing, there is chirping and whistling and shrieking, and the odd chattering noises of what I think is the quails interru...
July 21, 2023
#FridayFragment: 21.07.2023
I looked at my toes, propped up on the coffee table in front of me. And looked again.
There was a small gnome hiding behind my foot.
I froze.
He peered around my big toe, then darted back to the other side. I could feel his tiny hand as he steadied himself against the side of my little toe, then his pointy cap slowly appeared, followed by his small, round face.
“Hello there!” I whispered.
He blinked his brown eyes at me.
