by Terra Osterling | Dec 25, 2011 | Creative Pursuits, Original Short Fiction, Publishing, Storytelling, Writing
Last week, I previewed my upcoming publication in our local daily newspaper, the Democrat and Chronicle. This is, by far, the best Christmas gift I have ever received! The past year has been one gratifying writing experience after another. I cannot thank enough all...
by Terra Osterling | Dec 4, 2011 | Adirondacks, Creative Pursuits, Game-changers, Inspiration, Motivation
Five years ago this Christmas, I gave The Husband a digital SLR camera. His film rig, which is a fairly professional set-up, had been gathering dust for a few years at that point. As the prolonged death of film photography hastened, so did his interest in taking...
by Terra Osterling | Oct 30, 2011 | Block Cutting and Printing, Creative Pursuits, Experiences, Publishing
Week Two of Linoleum Block Cutting was finishing the sampler and printing. My sampler had me conceptualizing, sketching and using nearly all of the gouges – a real run through the creative gauntlet, but a practical adventure! The printing exercise is more practical...
by Terra Osterling | Oct 23, 2011 | Block Cutting and Printing, Creative Pursuits, Experiences, Finding the artist in me
Writing is my craft, but block cutting is becoming a creative outlet. It is the art that set this ship sailing – a quiet, solitary process. A little physical, a little analytical, and a lot of faith. Last Fall I took a Block Cutting and Spoon Printing class at...
by Terra Osterling | Sep 18, 2011 | Business of Freelance Writing, Creative Pursuits, Experiences, Inspiration, Motivation, Writing
I have no idea what new T.V. shows are on this Fall. I’m only vaguely aware that it is “Fall T.V. Season”-time because I see school buses in the morning traffic and people are talking about football again – I can put two-and-two together. We don’t even get a TV book...
by Terra Osterling | Aug 14, 2011 | Creative Pursuits, Game-changers, Inspiration, Storytelling, Summer Classics
One night during the summer of 1977, my mother hosted a Tupperware Party and my sister and I were packed off to the movies with Daddy. I remember that I wore white plastic barrettes and that I stood through much of the movie with my arms draped over the empty seat in...
