The ME has been more-than-usually bad since the end of last September, initially for reasons I don’t think I can make into an entertaining blog post. But I haven’t had to double down on anti-ME obstinacy in a while, & obstinacy as a survival mechanism is a (you should forgive the term) dead bore, &…
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The Haven of Fiction*
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…
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…
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This is a small-time, low profile, very personal & mostly frivolous blog by a cranky old woman who lives in the back of beyond with her dog & writes stories for a living. Even when I’m writing about stuff that really matters to me I try to think of something funny to say about it…
Unprecedented
I have a new, unique, never-to-be-repeated* excuse for not having written my next blog post in a timely** fashion. I have had conversations with more than one live human being*** per day for the last fortnight-plus. This does not happen. After the first few days my tongue gets chapped. My brain wrings its hands. My…
Housecleaning. Or perhaps not.
The wandering mind* went up late because the day before that, when I should have been finishing a blog post, I suddenly discovered I was going to have visitors the afternoon of the next day.** Visitors, what’s more, whom I’ve known nearly forever, but who haven’t been to Scotland since I moved up here, &…
The Wandering Mind
Last night I had three sweet potatoes for supper.* Eh? I have a thing for sweet potatoes** & I eat a lot of them, but the theory is that I cut up a panful***, & this lasts me two or three days depending on what else is on my exotic & action-packed menu.† However. I…
Central heating & applesauce
Well I’ve finally turned the central heating on.* It’s down in the low 40s** out there, & it was fifty freaking three in my bedroom***, & I’m a middle-class first-world little old lady, & 53 degrees† F is too cold for the room I get dressed in.†† It had slowly sunk down to 65/18 in…