Starting Over, Over Again

“… can you see me going mad in here?…”

IN the DOGHOUSE

…there is a niggling worry, about the big C…CO I mean…VID…

In My Room

“Sleep to Dream a Dreamer’s Sleep…Let the Midnight Watchman Creep…” A step into a past full of Victorian Charm, all furniture and walls handpainted and restored…by me. your home is your place to dream, to find peace and rest. A cocoon, a safe haven, an island in the storm… a place to create, to define,ContinueContinue reading “In My Room”

“Party Girl”

Hot Off The Easel! “Party Girl” 12″x 12″ Paint Pen on Canvas©STM Just another view of “Party Girl” by Susan T. Martin, Created just an hour ago! Memories of Franky and Johnny’s / Gemini Room in Fort Pierce, Florida!

Transported.

“Why am I small again, lost again?”

HOPE SPRINGS!

Change has come round the bend again…My illness has spit me out of the Doubt Chamber, at least for a time. Yay. Woop Woop. The Bipolar illness, that is…the Excruciating Pain from my other illnesses is ongoing and unending. It is particularly intense today. So my enthusiasm for my self esteem and confidence in myContinueContinue reading “HOPE SPRINGS!”

All Writey Now

…seems to be less like a monkey…more like a huge Brahma that has lain down, groaning and farting…

The Door is Wide Open

There are ideas percolating just beneath the surface of my consciousness. They are not fully fleshed out but the juices are flowing and I feel “on the verge” of a breakout work. What is a ‘breakout work’ you ask? Well, I’m asking too, and I believe there is a new direction coming. ideas under construction…ContinueContinue reading “The Door is Wide Open”