Ugly Fish:  Anatu, hand formed, ceramic wall sculpture by Tammy Vitale

Well folks, there is only so much time in the day and I’m past my bed time and haven’t posted yet.   If morning pages take first precedence, then the day takes over and here it is almost 10 pm and I haven’t posted.

So I’m playing catchup and posting some of the Ugly Fish, each of which has his or her own name.  And I can’t tell which is which, so I guess that makes them adrogenes.

Here are, in order, Arethusa, Atl and  Calder.

Followed by Tallulah and Inna.  There are more, but that’s it for today.  Don’t you love the name "Tallulah"?   Isn’t it just perfect?

thought for the day:  Very few writers really know what they are doing until they’ve done it.  nor do they go about their business felling dewy and thrilled.  They do not type a few stiff warm-up sentences and then find themselves bounding along like huskies across the snow.  One writer I know tells me that he sits down every morning and says to himself nicely, "It’s not like you don’t have a choice, because you do – you can either type or kill yourself."   We all often feel like we are pulling teeth, even those writers whose prose ends up being the most natural and fluid.  the right words and sentences just do not come pouring out like ticker tape most of the time.  Now, Muriel Spark is said to have felt that she was taking dictation from God every morning…But this is a very hostile and aggressive position.  One might hope for bad things to rain down on a person like this.   Anne Lamott, Some Instructions on Writing and Life