My brain aches. The last few days have been a mad scramble, between starting the music theory course, having houseguests, finishing revisions, and generally catching up and cramming about six weeks’ worth of work into less than a weekend. All of which adds up to me staring blankly at the computer screen, trying to remember […]
On certain summer mornings, sunshine comes in through my office window between nine and ten. It’s a warm hand on my shoulder while I answer emails or think about the day’s upcoming work. Most times I’ve already turned in my morning run, so it’s a reminder of pounding along with the wind in my hair. […]
Yesterday I finished the zero draft of the upcoming Fireside Fiction serial, provisionally titled She Wolf and Cub. The tale takes off where my previous Fireside short, Maternal Type, ended. It was a mad scramble to get to the zero draft finish line, partly because the story wanted to tear itself out of my head […]
The serial just took another unexpected turn. It’s fine, but now I have to finish the zero draft of it, then go back and weave in a hideous amount of other stuff. I knew it would happen, but it’s like climbing a mountain and reaching what you think is the top…then looking up, and up, […]
I know she was probably a birch, but in my own heart, Fimbrethil will always be a rowan. Poor Treebeard, holding out hope for so many thousands of years. In other news, here’s how fireworks get their pretty colours! Stay safe out there, my dears.