From the Compost Heap header. A pencil style illustration of a compost heap with flowers and plants growing around it. A bee buzzes by and a white rabbit hops by.
  • Birdhouse gourds growing up gazebo of green pipes (a greenhouse without the plastic cover added) and a white metal house planter I thrifted beyond with morning glory leaves twining through

    Our first birdhouse gourds!

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  • Creative Chaos

    How about an old fashioned update from my creative compost heap? 🌱

    We haven’t done one of those in a while.

    First, some recent posts from my microblog (the kind of things I used to post from social media.)

    The Garden

    Our chaos garden turned feral. Some real life updates.

    The birds are loving it. We’re even learning to identify some by their bird call with the Merlin app.

    Brick house with an undulating garden bed overrun with grass. A black armillary sphere and purple russian sage pierce the weeds.
    Birdhouse gourds growing up gazebo of green pipes (a greenhouse without the plastic cover added) and a white metal house planter I thrifted beyond with morning glory leaves twining through

    Creative Chaos

    I’ve accepted that I can’t always work in my lovely studio. So earlier this year I set up a workspace in the living room. And I am getting SO much done.

    This summer I’ve made lots of progress (from this chaos) on Entwined & Ember. Now that copy edits are done I’ve started book design for Ember.

    Here I am sorting the prompts into their final order.

    Art or Trash?

    Sometimes being an artist means preserving paper towels with blueberry stains.

    Just me? 😂

    Papertowels with blueberry stains on a glass oven cooktop beside a bunch of bananas and a papertowel with a note that says, "Do not throw away!"

    Best in 3D

    I won an award in the local art exhibition I was in.

    I should really add that to my CV.

    Here’s the post they did about it on Instagram.

    An embroidery frame holds a cross stitch that reads "I'm Fine". A second image shows the reverse which is a tangled mess of navy blue thread.

    Neurodivergence

    At the end of my Spectrum zine you’re invited to make your own spectrum and send it to me. The very first came in from Liz Getty.

    Watercolor wash in a spectrum rainbow spilling outside of a pencil circle. Text reads: Most days feel like my being is seeping outside the lines, though the lines don't feel like they belong. The artist is Liz Getty.

    I love where Liz took this. You are so much more than what fits within the lines. 💫

    Seaborn 🌊✨

    Want to read a shiny book about queer pirates and magic?

    I’m hosting a read a long with some of my Wheel of Time friends. We start in September so there’s plenty of time to pick up a copy.

    Join us!

    The read along will be hosted on Discord and Storygraph. Hit reply if you have any questions.

    Seaborn by Michael Livingston book cover. Blue background with gold details and two pirate ships: one sailing and one flying.

    Just for Fun

    The Great Sword Heist of 2025 ⚔️ Someone’s sword collection was stolen off their walls while they were sleeping. They’re having a great sense of humor about it.

    Last One Laughing, UK 🇬🇧 If you love British comedy like Taskmaster you will love this. Some adult material so not for kids.

    A poem about railway cars. 🚂 We don’t have enough trains in this country for my taste.

    Ways to Support drawing of a white rabbit hopping into flowers
    Two zines and magazine clippings on a wooden desk with scissors, gluestick and pencils. Both zines titles are cut out magazine letters: Chaos Gardening with leaf rubbings and Spectrum with a hand painted watercolor color wheel.

    Psst…

    I’m also trialing a new type of 1:1 support over email.

    You can ask me about creative projects, neurodivergence, self publishing, home education, or chronic illness.

    If you want to help me test this idea (for free!) click here.

    Here’s a little video I made about how it works.

    I appreciate you.

    Sarah signed with a swoopy S
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  • “A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well they strengthen their souls.”

    Ursula K. Le Guin

    Source

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  • The Five Year Origin Story of Entwined 🌿

    I’m so excited to (finally) open up preorders for Entwined & Ember an anthology and art journal for mums. This passion project has taken a lot of my energy this year along with 55 other mothers who submitted stories, prompts, and art.

    I’ve been working at on this book for almost five years.

    Here’s the origin story as documented on Instagram.

    If you’d rather read more details about the books you can find those here.


    It started when I was seven months postpartum.

    “Last week when I was journaling I accidentally started writing a book. It’s a creative handbook for new mums. Not a one size fits all method, but a series of reflections and prompts to help other mothers nurture their inner artist.”

    Blue journal and pen sit on a desk with sunlight coming in through sheer curtains

    I read SO MANY books about motherhood as research.

    Books that affirmed creativity is good for mental health. Books that explained the myth of equal parenting. I read about burnout and overwhelm and “the art of doing nothing.”1 I read The Artist’s Way and immediately put it down because I needed sleep more than I needed morning pages.

    I took notes on my iPhone. I journaled. I cobbled together the bones of the book I thought I needed. Starting in January of 2020 I went to the library each week to turn these notes into a book while my mom watched David.

    Then COVID quarantine hit.

    I started navigating a deep depression. I wrote my way through it.2

    By June of 2020 I had a rough draft,

    “It turns out the three months I took away from this work were actually very helpful. I’ve had enough distance it’s much easier to make cuts and changes. I’ve also spent that time doing more visual art like pottery and weaving and this is informing my book in a good way… This pandemic is teaching me to honor my creative rhythms and that’s no bad thing.”

    Mother Maker Manifesto first draft typed document with giant bulldog clip holding pages together.

    I made it through one round of edits before I crashed into burn out. Whatever resilience and hyperfocus had propelled me through the early months of the pandemic vanished. My world shifted into survival mode and my manuscript got set to the side.

    When I picked it up again it was like a different person had written it. But that space let me see that my manuscript was actually 2-3 books crammed together.

    I took the first chapter and expanded that into my first book Discover Your Creative Ecosystem. I launched that book in autumn of 2022 and met my goal to break even with self publishing costs.

    Overhead shot of my desk adding library pockets and red maple leaves to the inside cover of my book Discover Your Creative Ecosystem.

    I still wanted the book that I needed as a new mum.

    I just wasn’t sure I had written it.

    Over the next year I considered a lot of avenues for reviving my “creative mama” book. Meanwhile, I was cautious of centering my own narrative because every mama needs different things. Early on in the process I knew I wanted alternate voices in the book, but I wasn’t sure how to weave them in.

    Then I considered an anthology.

    It was the perfect solution! I completely scrapped 30,000 words of my own and started reaching out to mothers I’d like to collaborate with. When Twiggy Boyer agreed to be our cover artist my vision snapped into place.

    The visual team expanded to include Annie King as cover artist for the workbook, Emily Jalinsky for interior illustrated elements, and Jocelyn Mathewes for cyanotype textures.

    Truly a dream team!

    Ember: an art journal for parents. The cover is a burned piece of wood layered with transparent white paint.

    It was my honor to curate the stories and prompts that came rolling in for Entwined & Ember.

    The last year I have been hard at work creating this book, designing the layout, printing proofs, preparing for the crowdfunding campaign, and sending sooooooo many emails to my collaborators.

    This book baby has been gestating for almost 5 years and the last year has been one big “push” process.

    I am so excited (and exhausted) to reach this phase.

    Now I need your help.


    Here are the best ways to support.

    1. Buy a copy. 📖

    Your preorder signals “social proof” that this is a trustworthy project. The first 30% of preorders almost always come from people who know you directly. Then pledges tip into friends of friends. So it’s more important to pledge now and share later.

    1. Donate a copy! 💞

    If you don’t need a copy you can donate a book to your chosen library or nonprofit. This was a huge hit for our picture book project last year so I’m offering it again. You can also donate a copy to be made available to a mum in financial hardship.

    1. Write a review. 🔥

    After reading the the best way to help books reach new readers is to post a review on Amazon (even if you didn’t buy it there). Once a book has 100 Amazon reviews it gets an algorithmic bump which will help new people discover it. If you don’t have an Amazon account you can tell a friend, write a blog post, or ask for a local bookshop to carry it.

    Entwined ebook mockup on iPad

    Yes, there is an ebook version! It is free for parents in financial hardship.


    Shoutout to all of the contributors! 🥰

    I’m so honored to have such a brilliant constellation of mothers involved in this project. There are over 55 mothers involved from the writers and cover artists to our editor.


    Ways to Support drawing of a white rabbit hopping into flowers

    We need your help to bring this project to life!

    Here are the best ways to lend your support: preorder, donate a copy, or share!

    Brownie points for interacting with posts on social media. Every comment, heart, emoji, or save helps signal to the algorithm that this is worth reaching more people. If you don’t have capacity to write a thoughtful comment I welcome a string of celebratory emojis! 🥳🌿🥰💫

    I’m really excited to bring this to life! If you’d like to chat with one of the mother artists on your podcast, Instagram Live, or blog please reach out. I’d love for this project to reach as many mamas as possible.

    Cheers,

    Sarah signed with a swoopy S

    P.S. If you haven’t watched the crowdfunding video yet do it now! It took 7 hours to edit and was a hyperfocus delight. There are dozens of short clips of everyday life woven together with a peek at our newest proof.

    Screencap of video editor for Entwined crowdfunding video

    1 Are you interested in a creative parent reading list? I have all the titles saved here.

    2 Shoutout to my fellow hyperfocus buds Alexander Hamilton and Lin Manuel Miranda. (Also, why do GIFS only move half the time Substack?!)

    Gif of Alexander Hamilton in musical singing "I pick up a pen, and I write my own deliverance." while cast members dance around him.

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  • The Value of Creative Joy

    And rediscovering The Wheel of Time 🐉

    Today I want to talk about creative joy.

    Reconnecting to The Wheel of Time has reminded me what creativity felt like before it got all tangled up in career and profession and entrepreneurship.

    For the last decade my creative energy has been focused outwards.

    Everything I did became fodder for “content” on Instagram, YouTube, or (eventually) Substack.

    I love documenting the process, but the frame of creative business definitely impacted the types of things I chose to make and spend my time on. This was particularly tangled up in “positioning” myself as a professional artist & author.

    Certain parts of my identity got lost along the way. I’m in the process of untangling it all which I wrote about a few months ago: I’m not a brand. I’m a human. 🫀

    What I didn’t share then is that rediscovering my humanity was largely tied up in a book series called The Wheel of Time.

    Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time large blue books in a line
    14 Blue Wheel of Time Books (image credit: Juniper Books)

    During my teenage years I had basically no friends my own age. What I did have was The Wheel of Time. I logged in to a fansite called Wotmania every morning and later on a fan fiction site called Silklatern. The interactions I had with other fans was the one place that I really “fit in”.

    Navigating two degrees as an undiagnosed autistic took pretty much all of my social energy. During that time I completely lost touch with fandom and reading for fun. By the time I finished my postgraduate studies I’d pretty much forgotten what it felt like to get lost in a book.

    Enter 2020. I had a one year old baby. The world was chaos. And I turned to… The Wheel of Time. I pulled the Eye of the World off my shelf and fell into a world of magic that I knew and loved. The characters were old friends and the story was comforting in its familiarity, but that wasn’t all.

    Rereading the books awakened something in me.

    A creative spark. It is no coincidence that these are the books I was reading when I starting writing my first book, Discover Your Creative Ecosystem.

    The writing of Robert Jordan just has this effect on me. I love other authors and other books, but the Wheel of Time is etched into my bones.

    Eilonwy in colorful gleeman’s cloak with multicolored and textured patches. They have short brownish hair, pale skin and glasses.
    Myself in a multi colored patchwork gleeman’s cloak at WotCon 2023. Thanks to the volunteer photographers at WotCon for this shot.

    It’s hard to explain. It’s… ineffable.

    But there must be some kind of soul connection to something in this story for me. Why do we love the stories we love? It’s something I’m really curious about. It always feels flat and superficial when I try to explain.

    The Wheel of Time has always inspired me to create. I high school I filled notebooks and notebooks with world building. I made sketches of costumes and drafted stories and put myself to sleep imagining characters in worlds of my own.

    I gave up writing somewhere along the way, but after self publishing my first book I’ve also started writing fiction again. I’ve been working on a fantasy story that I’d like to tell for the last two NaNoWriMo’s and I’m ready to start working on it year round.

    Meanwhile I have felt the ta’veren tug (if you know you know) pulling me deeper and deeper into WoT fandom community.

    It’s becoming an important part of my life so you can probably expect to hear more about it here.

    It all started in March when I created a muppet style puppet for a song parody contest… an in world version of These are the People in Your Neighborhood. The first project I’ve done purely for creative joy in YEARS. 🤯

    Fluffy purple Ogier puppet with wide nose, tufted ears and ping pong ball eyes
    Fluffy purple Ogier puppet with large ping pong ball eyes, a wide purple nose, and tufted ears. Ogier are book loving creative souls and I feel a deep kinship with them.

    This was in no way for my portfolio, content marketing, or even something for my family. It was a gift for the Wheel of Time community and complete joy to make.

    I really loved the challenge of creating in a brand new medium (I’d never made a puppet before) and figuring it out through trial and error. I drew on various creative skills in a way I haven’t done since working on set and props during my undergraduate degree.

    Almost immediately after finishing it I jumped into another project. A gleeman’s cloak.

    Something I noticed about making something for me was that I didn’t have to fuss over setting up a camera to film or creating perfect process photos.

    I wasn’t making this for DIY content. I was making it for me.

    Because of this I worked for many hours at the kitchen table (much less photogenic than my studio) simply because I could cut squares or I could sew while Davy role played as Link from Zelda.

    I wrote a bit about that here.

    Piles of 209 square patches sorted by colors: red, gold, yellow, blue, green, purple, white, brown, black. There are also various textures: velvets, brocade, silk, corduroy, satin, batik, embroidered, and a red pleated satin with a row of red and gold buttons.
    Multicolored and textured patches for my cloak. These are 209 out of 350 patches required.


    I sat down to write about the cloak itself today, but instead I found myself wanting to share the story behind how it came to be.

    The shift that opened up “time” for something like this. News flash: I didn’t actually have more time. I just used my time differently. I spent a similar amount of time last summer making this.

    And the value I’m finding in creative joy.

    Let’s discuss.

    What would you make if you had a dedicated period of time where you couldn’t do anything productive and had to let yourself play?

    Where do you find creative joy?

    Cheers,

    Sarah signed with a swoopy S
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  • Made with Love… and Buttermilk

    We each have our own memories tied to food… The healing properties of Mamaw’s chicken and rice. Standing on the kitchen stool to help make cranberry relish for Thanksgiving. Licking the beaters at Nonnie’s house after making cake.  

    Revisiting a cherished family recipe can be as powerful as stepping into a time machine.

    Your recipe may be a curry or a gumbo or a tortilla depending on where you are in the world, but there is a universal language of love in the family kitchen.

    I never knew my own grandmother, but I grew up eating Mamaw’s chicken dumplins every February at our home gymnastics meet. (She was our gymnastics coach’s mother.) It was the highlight of my year. When I started learning to cook I asked for the recipe, but was told it’s not a recipe that can be written down. It’s done by sight and feel as much as measurements so I went off to college without learning the secrets.

    In fact no one in Mamaw’s family knew the recipe… not her daughters, not her granddaughters, absolutely no one else knew how to make them.

    When I was planning our wedding I knew that I wanted Mamaw to make her chicken dumplins and she graciously brought two giant crockpots to our Mississippi reception. Moving to Northwest Arkansas I realized my chance to learn this recipe was getting smaller. So, somewhat selfishly, I asked Mamaw’s granddaughter Rachel if she’d like to make a video where she learned firsthand how to make from scratch chicken dumplins. She loved the idea and we set a date.

    My heart grew three sizes editing the video. As my Papa would say, “it warmed the cockles of my heart.” I had never been so connected with a project before. Video turned out to be a perfect way to document a family recipe… it caught nuances and texture that recipe cards miss. Rachel caught Mamaw doing things she didn’t even realize she was doing. The recipe had become such second nature to her she didn’t even realize all of the steps she was taking herself.

    But what really made me glow with happiness was the heartwarming connection. Mamaw wasn’t performing the recipe for camera. She was teaching Rachel and the moments happening between them were magic. I felt so blessed to document it.

    What’s your favorite family recipe? Let’s chat in comments.

    Cheers,

    Sarah

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