It snowed again this past week and honestly, I’m over it. Though I did make use of my fresh stock of Eagle Brand for snow ice cream, because if there’s enough snow, why wouldn’t you? It’s been a week for project management, both at work and on the book production front. I have commissioned a
It is done. “Household Lights” is finished and off to beta, at a hair over 50k words. Feels like it took forever, but I suppose start to finish it only took a couple of months. I’m rather pleased with it; or I would be if I wasn’t just ready to plotz right now. I’ve taken
Well, I’m a bit pleasantly tipsy, and I’ll tell you why. I spent the day writing, and in celebration of the fact that I have but two sequences left of this story, and am recovering nicely from my illness, I walked down to the Blue Koi and sat myself down at the bar to eat
38,000 — words written on “Household Lights” 4 — sequences left to write on my list enough to stuff a cushion — number of tissues applied to my massive sinus infection 5 — approximate number of Very Important pieces of mail I need to unearth for adult things like getting my car tags done 0
Snow ice cream wants just eagle brand And I’ve got eagle brand on hand And I’d rather not walk to the store Bringing tracks from my boots on the floor There’s an 8-inch cake of snow on my car (And my right windshield wiper blade won’t come about) And things being how they are, The
One of these days, I keep thinking, I’m going to write one of my snarky posts for this blog; I mean, it’s not like I don’t have anything to be salty about. But today is not that day. The approach of Christmas is always one of those prismatic times, where we touch the meridians of
Once, watching a friend create a delicious meal in her kitchen, I observed a distinction that I had often had in mind about creative endeavors: that there is a difference between a person’s art and their craft. Craft, as I feign it, is a thing you can learn, become enthusiastic about, even take to a