I freely confess that I had not realized how much the general “What Even Is This” of the last year had affected me until I came to start actually writing this new novel. It turns out that I now have the attention span of a hamster who has slurped down three large mochaccinos. A rather stressed and easily overheated hamster, moreover, with a long to do list.
I have been trying to get into the garden lately as a way of reducing stress, and it has been teaching me some lessons. (#1: There are Always More Weeds.)Continue & Comment
Or rather, the posts. This is my eighth year of blogging, and I have amassed eight Christmas posts. You might think that this means one Christmas post per year, but you would be wrong (except in a purely statistical sense).
Here the assorted eight are, collated for your convenience:Continue & Comment