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

Lookie! You can pre-order it now! Because, you know you want to, and I know you want to. So, what are you waiting for?

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.

State of the Container of the Witch: The diet continues very well. Can you believe I haven’t had a drink in nearly two weeks? The numbers on the scale continue to edge downward, and I’ve re-introduced a whole tier of favorite clothing back into the rotation. Yay! And it’s still been really, stupidly easy. Which