There has been silence from me on this blog of mine.
I have been busy trying to keep up on the wood needed to heat the house and too exhausted afterwards to do anything but slump onto the couch. That has been my life, really, for almost two weeks. This is getting harder as the snow plies high, and the temperature drops into dangerously cold levels
The only deviation in this is that I have rejoined the SCA (society for creative anachronism) and thus there is, in my breast, the desire to begin creating work of art in jewellery form. But – time ….
I haven’t – much to my chagrin and pain – written in over two weeks. This seems like some sort of cheat as my anthology comes out in less than a month. On March, Friday the 13th, a new book with my name on it is birthed into the world. As it is a collection of all my short stories, this is a brand new sort of anxiety I face.
To top off my current life struggle (ignoring that it is my usual bipolar cycle time) I managed to break the tip of my right ring finger. It’s amazing how often that part of the body comes in contact with — with, well, everything!
So in pain, distress, and anoyance I move forward dreaming of a day were the tempurature stays above the freezing mark