Lilith Saintcrow's Blog, page 108
March 3, 2020
Verklempt Nose-Boops
The dogs are quite verklempt this morning. Someone is on a trip, so there was packing, which means Miss B starts trying to bunch all the humans in one room so she can keep an eye on us all. When she can’t, she gets a wee bit anxious, and I have to give her other ...
March 2, 2020
Cosmic Two by Four
March promises to be a stressful month. Even the tarot cards are in on the action, and to top it all off, the to-do list involves Leaving the House when really I want to be stress-procrastinating with a trunk novel. And watching the final duet from Eugene Onegin on repeat, because apparently something in it ...
February 28, 2020
It Me
It’s me. I tend to write a lot when I’m worried. Also when I’m sad, angry, happy, or just meh. I wrote Afterwar because I was super worried, and so far I haven’t seen anything to ease that particular feeling. *sigh* The world is on fire, and I keep writing. It feels rather like playing ...
February 27, 2020
Ruthless Day
I am ruthless today, my friends. Or at least, I feel that way. My tongue is sharpened on both sides and I have absolutely no patience or time for “polite” obscurantism. It could be a symptom of finishing a zero. I’m still not recovered, though I took a whole day off. I know. A whole ...
February 25, 2020
Unexpected Directions
I had a run scheduled for today, but both Boxnoggin and I spent a restless night and are somewhat bleary; there’s also a fog advisory on. I suspect he’d like a nice hard run to work the fidgets out and get everything into its place, but I am not made of such stern stuff on ...
February 24, 2020
Which Habits to Toss
It’s the last week of February, so I’m changing things around a bit. By now I know which of the habits I fondly imagined starting in January are going to work, which need a little more tweaking in order to work–and which I can merrily throw out the window, happy that I gave them a ...
February 21, 2020
Lenten Beauty
I try really hard. not to have favorites, but hellebores are just so beautiful. Quiet and unassuming, they bloom when plenty of the rest of the world is asleep in winter’s arms. And their colors–subtle, a whisper instead of a shout. Yes, I try really hard not to have favorites. But sometimes you’ve just gotta. ...
February 20, 2020
One Pleasant Thing
My current mood is Rebecca Ferguson in Doctor Sleep, cooing “…hi there,” to an unsuspecting victim. Of course, I’m not a child-killing maniac, but every once in a while a little unapologetic menace is good for the soul. At least, good for my soul. It’s a sunny morning, and warm enough that I think the ...
February 18, 2020
A Very Interesting Weekend
I have resurrected, bleary and blinking, from a weekend that was extremely… interesting. It got so strange I pulled out the cards during daylight, and that hasn’t happened in a while. Anyway, I’m home again, and back in the saddle. There’s HOOD‘s Season Two to finish prepping for publication today, which means a blurb and ...
February 14, 2020
Spores, Math, Pixies
If you look closely, you can see the fairy ring. Of course I know it’s spores and math… and yet, I can’t help but see pixies dancing, too. It was the strangest thing; our yard didn’t have visible mushrooms–and certainly never had rings of them–until after I finished writing Gallow & Ragged. Then, as soon ...
