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King of the Road

With everything being cancelled for 2020, my husband and I found ourselves with a bit of extra cash and too much time on our hands to browse the interweb.

We bought a motorcycle. The Harley Roadking is exactly what we’ve been looking for to replace the Sportster. Hubby has had the Sportster for almost thirteen years. It’s too small for him to be comfortable anymore, and much to small for us to be comfortable together. We’re bold adventurers, and adventurers need an accommodating set of wheels.

2020 was the year to do it. So we bought it. What better way to social distance (masks included!)


Sunday was a beautiful day. 90 and humid, which was perfect for long rides, we picked a city which intrigued us and took to the open road. The Wisconsin-Iowa Border is absolutely gorgeous. The roads appear to be cut through the earth, leaving sheer rock faces on either side. The countryside is rolling, grassy, or covered in green trees. There’s a feeling as if the land has never been touched.


We crossed the Mississippi River, throwing up our hands like silly gooses as we cheered our accomplishment. Dubuque, here we come.

Dubuque, City of Murals.


We had a wonderful time. Where have you visited recently?

This has been,

FanTC

Le Shorts, Poetry

Do You Dream?

Dream of flying?
Of soaring over mountains,
Scaling scrapers,
Or sunrise misty fountains?

Dream of being?
Of living every day,
Being big,
Or just changing ways?

Dream of walking?
Of stepping over fallen stones,
Treading lightly
In castles where the wind moans?

Dream of seeing?
Of viewing rainbows never seen,
Watching faces,
Of people who’ve other places been?

Dream of dancing?
Of waltzing with the moon,
With the sun
In a never ending tune?

Do you dream?
Of brighter days to see,
And if you do,
Would you tell me?


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Raw

I Miss You; Part 3

We went to the local Renaissance faire the day after our wedding. We were engaged at the very same faire. We would have gotten married at the faire but – alas – too many restrictions. Bristol is a big part of our lives. It’s currently shut down because of Covid.

I miss it.

It has been a rough season. Physically, aside from being out of shape, my body finally feels rested and de-stressed. Mentally, I’ve been able to decompress. Emotionally, it’s taking it’s toll. One by one the events which define how we choose to live are being taken away. Hubby and I find small distractions along the way. We’ve discovered some pretty cool stuff from our otherwise lack of options. Still, sometimes social media sends a reminder. A faire friend might pop up. Someone mentions sassafras or cheese fritters. I feel an ache.

It’s not wrong to miss your old life. Nobody should tell you to toughen up or somebody in the world has it worse. That doesn’t matter. What does matter is you feel the loss. Pushing it away doesn’t make it any less real.

I hope you’re getting by these days. If you are missing something, write about it in the comments. Sometimes writing helps.

It helped me.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin

Books and Affiliated, From Writing to Publishing

I Did a Thing

I finished my book! I had to supplement a few pages near the end.

The urge is to dive right into the next project because I’m motivated and pumped with words. But this is actually a very good time to take a break. My mindset is in juvenile fiction, and my next project might be a vampire murder mystery. Those two don’t jive. It’s good to clear your head after a project.


This is a handmade leather journal from Poetic Earth. They usually frequent the Bristol Renaissance Faire I attend during the summer, but with Covid shutting everything down, they have closed the gates. I’m crushed, but I will go on. Writing in this journal gave me a sense of nostalgia for the musty, ancient dwelling of the book binders at Bristol. I am very excited to go back and purchase another journal.


This has been,

FanTC