Shannon

So. There’s gonna be some changes around here. 1. Blogging. If you are reading this on the LiveJournal side, as 99.99 percent of you are, you aren’t going to notice a thing, except maybe the absence of the “originally published at” dealie at the bottom of the page. For some time now, I have been […]

Well, as it turns out, after my morning walk, I didn’t leave the Nest all day. See, in the morning it was raining; then, by the time it got to be sunny, I had written my 500 words on Teh Collab and was ensconced in doing edit/crit work for John (Honeyed Words, the sequel to

Jay has his third chemo session today. I’m not there. The problem with long-distance relationships is, well, the distance. I live here. He lives there. “Here” is rather far from “there,” actually. It costs money to get from here to there, and back again. It disrupts what’s left of the life I have here (“what’s

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I am discovering a new skill in the last few days, something I’ve never been capable of before, in all my years. It is called napping. It most often happens when I have had a busy, productive morning: first yoga; then work at the keyboard: writing (a full thousand today, on Ye Olde Problematic Collab),

Yep. And instantly rewarded, too: the scale numbers have retreated to where they were before the weekend, and went a half-pound further to boot. That’s what I like to see. ____________ Seekrit Difficult Collab Story continues to give me fits. I had a clever ending all figured out, and wrote up to it, and got

So, my weight crept up a bit, according to the scale this morning. I wonder if this is at all related to all the eating and drinking over the weekend? 😉 Anyway, back on the discipline, now. Except, with a small bit of wine, and a half-smoothie in the morning. But other than that: discipline.

More on the culinary and less on the writing, today. As far as actual output is concerned, anyway. To wit, the kitchen produced: lamb meatballs, in a thick tomato sauce, with plenty of garlic and mint. And leftover pan-seared asparagus; and some of the ahi and wild rice for lunch. And a precious, hoarded bottle

Jak is in town this weekend, and the town is behaving beautifully, bringing lovely sunshine where before there was torrential rain. There has been much of the writerly discussion, and then there was actually some of actual writerliness. I picked up a Seekrit Collab project that had been languishing since mid-December and wrote about 500

Faeries and mad ghosts bedeviled my morning walk. Strong forces are at work.