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2 - Falling asleep reading (preferably at night in my bed) :-D
3 - The SO loving his college courses
4 - Peanut butter toast and cocoa
5 - The promise of a brand new day

2) ..."
If you can turn your writing time into a refuge from the rest of it--think of it as creative escape rather than creative obligation--it may help.

I'm sure there are others but they are all WRONG WRONG WRONG.
:-D

I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.
I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;
The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.
It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me—
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.
They are tireless folk, but slow and sad—
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.
Robert Frost - 1874-1963

Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
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I love this show! I didn't know there was a season 3, so yay."
I love that..."
I have a feeling they didn't think they were coming back and then they got the green light. It does feel like something changed.

It's really pretty aggravating given that THERE IS ALREADY A HALLMARK MOVIE CHANNEL.
They're not even Christmas mystery movies, which that at least I could get behind.

hahahahahaha

So many of my favorite readers like you have recced them, I'll be amazed if I don't enjoy them.

Well, it won't be the first time for this group! :-D

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28d_A...
2 - Waking up to Marlowe's little back plastered against mine
3 - Extra time -- those little pockets of unexpected and unplanned minutes
4 - Bubble baths
5 - Mixology

2) Time to plot my NaNoWriMo pr..."
This is inspirational, Jordan. The still writing, still being creative despite the lack of sleep and the family turmoil. <3

I will fourth Ginn Hale. Start with Wicked Gentlemen, but her Rifter series is absolutely fricken amazing!!! I mean, all of her work is, but Rifter is the ..."
Yes to both of those. Wicked Gentlemen is delightful--in fact, I'd love to read that one again--and Rifter is just...wow.

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I'm a fan of both: the or..."
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:-D :-D :-D He was just relieved I was home to take over serving the little hairy brown tyrant we live with.

There was a whole article in Italian about it. The translation into English should be ''nesting''. The art..."
Speaking of Finland and Finnish things, this month's issue of Westways magazine has a cover feature on Finland! <3

PLUS they take up ALL OF JULY with this madness too. Which is just...WTH? I love Christmas as much as anyone. I even kind of enjoy those sappy holiday movies once it's December. But in July I want John Wick to kill everyone at Hallmark involved with programming.
And I'm not feeling much more charitable in November, let alone October.

Pumpkins
At the end of the garden,
Across the litter of weeds and grass cuttings,
The pumpkin spreads its coarse,
Bristled, hollow-stemmed lines,
Erupting in great leaves
Above flowers
The nobbly and prominent
Stigmas of which
Are like fuses
Waiting to be set by bees.
When, like a string
Of yellow mines
Across the garden,
The pumpkins will smolder
And swell,
Drawing their combustion from the sun
To make their own.
At night I lie
Waiting for detonations,
Half expecting
To find the garden
Cratered like a moon.
(I believe the poet is John Cotton https://www.theguardian.com/news/2003... but not absolutely sure)