Spring is coming, possibly already starting to arrive… we’ve got water running on the inside of our walls again, so I’m fairly certain the ice and snow from the roof is starting to melt and leak through.

I use a lot of pictures when I’m writing. Either to get a visual on the mental image I have for a setting, or to work around for characterization.
These are some of the shots I’ve used to inspire me for Windygates – still a work in progress!

Writing a ‘natural’ death scene may come easily for some, but definitely not for me. Murder? Yes, that I can do. Suicide? Sure, not a problem. Emotionally wrecking, soul wrenching, machinations for dehydration?

Elaborate plans were made for February, which have been just slightly sidetracked by a scattered household. Youngest is busy housesitting, which means our menagerie has decided that I’m their favorite person. When I’m home. I’ve escaped here and there. Well, that was kind of obvious in the past two weeks’ scattered postings, wasn’t it?
I don’t like this. It’s hard to work with cats whining, dogs staring and that bird making that noise. A lot of that noise. Except when I try talking to him, and then it’s all “I don’t …

Thursday night, I went to watch movies at a friend’s house (where my youngest is currently house-sitting). I came home for an hour or so the other day, but quickly wandered back over there for more movies.