Ring of Fire

The wildfire season has begun on time this year, with above rager starting yesterday and still proceeding at the moment. I believe the wind keeps shifting and sending it back and forth over the San Emidgio range, east then west then back again. The copters and planes carrying water from Pyramid Lake and Piru have been buzzing overhead since daybreak. Quick shout out to the fire department! We don't have cable television here and are remote enough not to pick up any local channels, so I am out of the loop as to what percentage it is or isn't contained. Living in a remote mountain community brings a person closer to her environment in many senses. Whether being snowed in or flamed out, excitement prevails here. I am picking up lots of writing work these past weeks, and I'm enjoying it immensely. There has been a windfall of people requesting fresh biographies, copy for websites, articles for e-zines all blowing in at once. If you are interested in hiring a wee and wordy fairy to weave your story, email me at campbellhq@earthlink.net and I shall send you my info sheet. Beware my spam snapper. Meantime, working on visual art has swung out for a moment, as the pendulum that is my creative life flows like ocean waves. I have two 24 x 24 canvases prepped and one coated on the studio table, lonely but patient. I saw an advertisement for a new Barbara Scher book (Wishcraft) for people who are pulled in multiple directions. She claims that one needn't choose a single direction...Barb affirms once again. The bits of light coming in are nineteen-seventies-sunset-colored: pink and orange and gold- though it is only noonish here in south central California. Fire is scary and threatening, yet also cleansing and purifying. But I wouldn't be sad if it started pouring rain.