I Was Wrong

Outside My Office Window

Last week, I mentioned that I had nine types of cookies to do.  I was wrong.  I forgot two.  I am happy to report that Jim and I have finished almost finished eight of these.  As of this writing, the three remaining to do are cutouts (which are both time and decorating intensive), but I have done the sugar cookie cutouts and we’re partway through decorating them.  That leaves gingerbread and Linzer tarts.  At least I’ve made the cactus pear jelly for the latter.

But writing continues to get a space in my schedule.  After being unable to write for so long following my rotator cuff surgery—not only was my shoulder messed up, but I lost a lot of manual dexterity, and either anesthesia or exhaustion killed my creative impulse—the storyteller in me is up and raring to go, and I have no desire to resist.

We did get the holiday cards out.  This proved tough, because it was a reminder of the many friends we lost this past year.  But it was also a reminder of those we still have, and so not completely a downer.

An additional activity this week will be doing a podcast with David Weber and several members of the Royal Manticoran Navy.  Weber has said he’s going to give me lead on all the questions, but I suspect that—as with our collaborations—there will be a lot of give and take.

On this note, I’m off to write.  That bit with the sun spider is getting very interesting.

Later!