After last night’s proclamation that I would have a writing deluge, the power went out for over 12 hours. Now, the thought of pretending to be Jane Austen writing by candlelight did occur to me, somewhat. I guess I’ve gotten spoiled by typing away on my laptop, which I could have done, and maybe, in retrospect, should have done. But you never know how long the power’s going to be out, especially when nothing was actually happening at the time to make it go out; also I knew I’d need it for real work today. Continue reading
If we were having coffee, or tea, definitely tea for me right now, I’d reintroduce myself because I feel like it’s been quite awhile since I’ve (me the personal person, writer person, not reviewer person) been here.
November is like that though, for me anyway except this one had to be slightly different as I’ve been…get this…sick since Tuesday. There is a target on me this year. It’s an invisible one if it’s there. Because I’ve looked! But I’m not having it. Not any more. Continue reading
Wow! It’s been two days of hurry and hurry and catch up and I have yet to mindfully visit my microcosm.