And so, how the hell are ya? As for me, I didn’t intend to go on a blogging break, but I s’pose that’s what happened. Thanks to everytwo who checked in. Towards the end of last year, like everyone, I was close to burnout levels. I wanted to write my year-in-review, but I already knew the comments: Thanks for sharing. I appreciate you. Go, Isla! And I s’pose after ten years, I want a writing space that’s useful to you,…
If we were having coffee these days, it would probably be whipped coffee on a zoom meeting. I’ve tried two of those, zoom meetings. With the camera off. That might defeat the purpose or whatever. But I don’t need to see the size of my pores or feel bad about my chins. A few weeks ago, I might have mentioned that my kid cut my husband’s hair. I suggested that she go from the ends, but what do I know?…
And so, how’s your writing going? Mine, well, is kinda working. Stick with me. I recently declared I’m writing nonfiction essays for NaNoWriMo. My best friend who is my husband is very excited about this. A writing project I might actually finish. We went out for dinner and stargazing and listening to the first music mix he gave me after our first date. We set out some writing rules for the month: I get the office at night. If I…
So, in my last post, I kinda-sorta-maybe pledged five posts a week this week. Yeah, not so much. For a few reasons: Mustard Sandwiches Isla is off school for two weeks, and she’s in the ‘let’s eat mustard sandwiches’ stage of development. She was very proud of herself when she made her own sandwich on Monday. I kinda freaked out when the only thing she put in there was mustard. I was convinced she’d rip her stomach up and get…
Every morning, my husband makes me a cup of coffee and sets it beside my laptop. But it’s a while before I actually drink it. It takes a team effort to get the kid out the door for school and then Neil and Isla get in the car, and I turn on some music in the kitchen. The type of music reflects how the rest of the day will go. I might do some laps around the house and pretend…
