Several years ago, in another life, my then-boyfriend and I decided to write a novel together. So we did. We brainstormed the main character and her situation, and had long talks about the plot. He wrote a detailed outline; I wrote a rough draft of the novel; we handed it back and forth until we […]

So the Real Innkeepers did indeed come home on the late ferry last night. It was great to see them, and begin catching up! We’re having breakfast together tomorrow to continue infodumping at each other. Three months is a long time to be away. Oh, and I suppose we should tell them that this inn

We *think* the Real Innkeepers are coming home tomorrow…they’ve been caught in the Oregon weathers, and are making slower progress than intended. But we are staying through the weekend anyway, and handling the Valentine’s Day crowd, but then we leave! Next Monday is our last official innkeeping day; we’ll pack up and leave the island

It was a day of much joy. We went to the mainland and fetched Chaz and Karen and brought them back to our island, and there was much rejoicing. (After, of course, much logistical ridiculousness; but then, that’s the nature of traveling to the island.) And before that, we did some lunching-out (sushi!) and some

You remember how when you were maybe in high school, and maybe your parents left you home alone for a time, like they went on a trip or something, and then now it was time that they were coming back, and you suddenly realized, Oh, wow, I’d better clean the house? Well, this is nothing

Oh, it’s back on. My website and email were down for a good chunk of today…my email was actually bouncing messages back with a “user does not exist” message, which was pretty darn annoying, I have to say, as I use that email address for all my freelance work contacts (as well as everything else).

I’m still suffering a bit from my Ill Advised Reuben, but feeling better than yesterday. Gah. And now my back is all sore, because I haven’t been doing my yoga (or any other exercise), because my tummy is all bleh. Bleh! In other news…kitty photos! Our friends visited with their cat last weekend, as I

There’s a new Irish pub in town, just opened on New Year’s day. It’s in an incredible space, right on the water in Eastsound, with incredible views. We’ve eaten there a few times; their kitchen hasn’t really seemed like it’s gotten up to speed yet. But they make amazing deviled eggs. I was so excited

So we get a lot of telemarketing calls here at the inn, because of course it’s a land line, and people are supposed to call it. This morning, the inn phone rang; Mark answered with “Blue Heron Bed & Breakfast, how may I help you?” The caller, with a strong Indian accent, asked for “Mistar

After a quiet week of workity-work around here, tomorrow more guests arrive–we’re all booked up for the weekend. One of the bookings is friends of ours so that will be nice! Folks we haven’t seen in rather to long. They’re bringing a dog and a CAT. (The inn is pet-friendly, and we’ve had tons of