Lili St. Crow's Blog, page 109

Best, Ignored, Work

I was tooling around on the internet yesterday, and a realization struck me: what I think is my very best writing often goes unnoticed. Good writing is supposed to go unnoticed a lot of the time; that means it’s efficiently carried its cargo into another person’s head and left it there. But there’s also good ...

Mad March Scheduling

Well. It’s March, it’s a Monday. There is a pea-soup fog; even the cedars across the back yard are hazy and indistinct. I meant to get up early and start my spring-forward on the right foot, but… the dogs were heavy, I was dreaming about a glass labyrinth, and the enormity of a few professional ...

Ferment or Roast

A lovely daikon, sliced and placed in brine, then left to think about things. It ends up looking very pink, because I didn’t want to bother with peeling. And it tastes marvelous. It took me a long time to start fermenting things, but now I can’t stop. I look at all sorts of vegetables and ...

Off My Glass Menagerie

It might be time to retreat to a cave for a while. The world’s on fire, and the stress is very bad this month for other reasons. It takes a concerted mental effort to keep repeating “this is just a professional change and could indeed work out very well in the long run” while most ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...