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September 16, 2019
Soundtrack Monday: Terra Firma
Years ago, the only time I had to myself was a walk after dinner when my ex-husband was home and napping in his chair. I could conceivably leave the kids safely with him, put on some headphones, and walk through dusk or night itself. Of course, every time I came home there was a mess …
Published on September 16, 2019 14:00
Blank, Pointy-Tooth Screens
The weekend passed in a blur, between chores and getting wordcount in on Damage. The best thing about it was the rain moving in. It is now officially autumn, and I couldn’t be happier. I always work best when the rains settle like an inverted grey bowl, tip-tapping the roof and window, hissing between leaves …
Published on September 16, 2019 08:39
September 13, 2019
Fermentation Giggles
These silicon disks with vents in the middle are known as “pickle pipes“, but I call them “fermentation nipples” because, along with sounding more scientific, it makes me giggle like a schoolgirl each time I say it. Or type it. Or even think about it, frankly. They fit on any wide-mouth Mason jar, and the …
Published on September 13, 2019 08:34
September 12, 2019
Small Prices
I promised myself I wouldn’t start autumn’s round of baking until the daily high temp became a comfortable mid-seventies or so. The forecast appeared good, I put together a starter while prepping the pot roast yesterday… …and today the forecast has changed and the goddamn high is supposed to be in the eighties, just where …
Published on September 12, 2019 08:48
September 10, 2019
The Nose Knows
The rains have moved in. It smells like the cusp of autumn–cedars drinking deep after dusty drought, the dust itself breathing out spice before it turns to mud, summer-yellowed grass stirring and greening at the roots, leaves preparing to dry and drop. It’s one of the better olfactory landscapes, and one of my favorites. It …
Published on September 10, 2019 08:25
September 9, 2019
Soundtrack Monday: Pump Up the Volume
It’s Soundtrack Monday again! This one is for the readers of the Dante Valentine series. One of the things I loved about Danny’s world is slicboards. Flying skateboards are just plain cool. This particular song, MARRS’s Pump Up the Volume, was what I played repeatedly and obsessively while writing a certain bit of Saint City …
Published on September 09, 2019 15:24
The Last Turkey Morning
No turkeys were harmed in the course of this entire thing. Inconvenienced, maybe, but that’s it. I know you guys are wondering what happened on my last turkey-wrangling day, but it’s entirely anticlimactic. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. The Princess, a little concerned for my safety (or maybe my sanity, since I was returning …
Published on September 09, 2019 08:18
September 6, 2019
Alice in Cookies
Staggered out of bed this morning to find the Princess had been busy last night after I retired; evening (or very early morning) baking is best in summer. I had three. I don’t feel any taller or smaller, but I suppose the magic needs time to kick in, or the cardamom coffee offset the effects. …
Published on September 06, 2019 07:28
September 5, 2019
Penultimate Turkey Day
So there I was, amid scurrying rats with an upside-down plastic penguin and a galloping heart, gasping for breath. …maybe I should back up. So, I was taking care of livestock for two separate out-of-town friends. This particular day I’d already whistled a bunch of goats into behaving and had a flock of geese very …
Published on September 05, 2019 12:43
September 3, 2019
Wrangling Turkey, Redux
Hey guys, you can get the first six chapters of my upcoming September release, Incorruptible, for free right here. Enjoy! Well, I’m awake. The good thing about taking time off is that even a half-day lets me recharge. The bad thing? I get itchy, and resentful that recovery is taking so long, so I do …
Published on September 03, 2019 08:06
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