The end's laser focus...

When the end of a book is in sight, I find it hard to focus on anything else. Which makes it hard to, say, make meals or grocery shop.

Even on a wonderful girls’ holiday, I still found myself coming back to the green notebook, making notes on final scenes, on the big reveal(s), and on those reflective moments that will close the novel.

Although truth be told, I believe that is a half-empty margarita at my feet, so I don’t look too bothered by the work, do I?

New new new...

Today my new website is live!

New. Fresh. Clean. I love new. The smell of tissue paper that comes in a new pair of shoes. A candle that has never been lit. The fizz of a fresh bottle of seltzer. New is a start, a fresh start. This time of year we’re doing lots of lasts… finishing things up, closing the books. There’s something satisfying about that as well, but new… there’s just not like new.

I just love new.

Too old to dress up? Impossible!

I LOVE dressing up for Halloween. Maybe it’s because my brain is always full of crazy characters and it’s fun to act them out. Or maybe it’s because I spend my days alone in the basement which leaves me starving for human attention.

Whatever the reason, I LOVE LOVE LOVE it. But I have a problem with following directions. (This is true in other areas as well.)

In Halloween costuming, it means I throw something together. I find a crazy feather wreath and turn it into a hat or buy a pair of fake leather pants on super sale and need a way to wear them… Attach a black crow to my arm (not a real one, mind you)

This is SO much fun for me until that moment when someone dressed as an Incredible or a Minion or Peter Pan asks, “What are you?”

To which, I have no good answer… “Uh… crazy raven witch? Bird lady in mourning? Post-apocalyptic Sandra Dee?!”

See below for a close up of my arm ornament which almost put out the eyes of a dozen children. Oops!