I was already having a majorly crummy autumn for bad energy-sucking reasons** when the first Tuesday in November happened, & on the morning of the first Wednesday in November I completely freaked out & have remained thus.*** So, what does one do in times of deep distress & fear for the future? READ FICTION. I…
Month: January 2025
The passing of time. & passing & passing & passing.
I can’t believe we’re already better than halfway through January.* I’m still grabbing the 2024 diary—the new one doesn’t look like my diary yet**—opening at random & trying to remember where we are. September? No, the days are too short. The sun’s barely up before it goes down again. November? I’m sure I just had…
I should have acknowledged that the ME has been using me extra enthusiastically as a punching bag recently & rewritten the following some time when the bits of my brain were stuck together better but it’s already another fracking week since I last posted to the blog. What is more important, literary finesse or bloody-minded obstinacy? Don’t answer that. I WILL FIGURE OUT THE SCHEDULE OF BLOG POSTS AGAIN. BUT PROBABLY NOT THIS WEEK.
So last Tuesday there was a knock on the door at eleven in the morning. I was awake & moving by then,* indeed I had been awake & moving for some time but as I have muttered here before, & will undoubtedly mutter in similar fashion again, the fruitful-association genes for responding to the wholly…
Happy New Year
So I’m a few days late. So? I’m late for everything, including writing books.* & today is Peter’s & my thirty-third wedding anniversary, & that counts.** . . . Ugh. It’s after fracking midnight, I forgot about the way other people, including whoever invented the blog machinery, count time. I haven’t gone to bed yet…