One of the things about the old house was the moonrise in winter, always a lovely event. I’ve finally arrived at the point, after two years, where I can think about the good things about living there, instead of just how much I wanted to be OUT OUT DAMNED SPOT OUT OUT OUT OF HERE. […]
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. […]
This is the Blue Man. My friend Kev painted him a while back; I’ve always loved this piece. He sent it to me a little while ago, and I found the perfect place to hang it. Kev and I met over a decade ago, I think. (Time blurs.) We were both in difficult situations. For […]
Have reached the slog in the middle of the serial, where each day’s work feels like chipping tiny bits of dust away from a fossil. There are also copyedits for Kin to be Dealt With. I should really do a post or two about retelling fairytales. Especially since Wayfarer is out now. The trilogy–the structure […]
Some days a ramble in the park is enough to restore one.