Obligatory Holiday Post

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

I’m thankful for my health.

I’m thankful for my job.

I’m thankful for my family.

(I can’t tell you how much I hated doing this as a kid. Yuck.)

I’m so dang thankful to be a writer in this amazing digital age. Wow.

Happy National Novel Writing Month. You’re killing it – and that’s a good thing! Now take a break and eat some food.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin


What Soothes the Soul?

Do you ever miss listening to music in the dark? Your headphones on and music rippling through your soul causing waves.

There’s a deeper connection here in the void. Just you. Just sounds. Something wholesome. Your soul sees. Your heart hears. Each ripple cascades over your skin with cool relief. Something deeper stirs. You feel it.

Part of you knows this moment is not of our world. It’s from beyond. You want to stay here. You need this. The other part of you – probably the pragmatic part – senses that it simply can’t last. So you sink beneath the waves. You dream. You taste.

Then you wake up.

This has been,




Autumn brings with it a terrible stirring of longing and need. I can’t put my finger on it. It creates restlessness, but also acceptance. We love autumn. We love the strange new taste in the air. We love the foreign magic washing over us. Pumpkins and coffee abound. Sweaters cover T-shirts and sneakers track mud and leaves.

During these months, I struggle with that “empty inspiration” I’ve spoken of in the past. I have great visions of long tables covered in meats, sweets, and fresh baked bread. Wine lingers in the air and music dances energetically. Friends get together for the final days, and no one speaks of the end. Everyone is welcome, but you get a sense not everyone is safe. There’s something more to these dark wood elves. They’re nothing like the fairies, and you realize there’s likely both good and evil in these gatherings.

That’s why we come back, I suppose. There’s mystery and excitement. It’s in every adventurer’s bones to dance with danger.

I would love to write this story, but every time I sit down the vision fades. It’s my ghost, and maybe it doesn’t want to be shared. It can’t be captured on paper. So year by year I sit in the yard beneath the shifting sun and dream. I dream of places I wish to see.

This has been,



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?

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