1 of 52 Weeks – Focus
I can’t believe it’s already the 7th of January. Things have gone far too quickly the past week! I blame my wisdom tooth and the fact I spent most of the past few days sleeping off a wicked infection.
Or something like that, anyway.
I needed a break from writing, and I’m glad I got it. I’m looking at the Pagan Family materials with fresh eyes, and I realize the quality of this last bunch just isn’t what the first ones were, so I’m going to spend spare time this week tweaking those. They should be ready for Mel to look over next week, and release by the end of the month. I’ve had a fair few folks ask me where they are… which makes me a) glad folks are looking for them; b) apologetic for setting them aside for other things that have required my eyes the past several months and 3) amazed at the body of work already put into the project, and what’s left to go.
I’ve been spending a fair bit of time on the SparkPeople website, getting into the habit of actually participating, rather than watching and losing faith. I’m enjoying myself, and enjoying working at the changes I need to make to achieve better health. I’m hoping this will spread across into other areas of my life, so I start participating with folks on and offline more, outside of Spark. I do miss everyone, I’ve just been in such a hermit mode the past year…
This week also sees the return of the writing prompts. Now that NaNo is well and truly over for another ten months, I’ll only be posting once a week, alternating between visual and verbal. If you see something you like, grab it and use it. If you share your work online, please do come back and post a link so others can check it out, too!
Have an exceptionally creative week everyone!
Want a particularly frightening read this week? Check out Christine Morgan’s The Horned Ones:
Cornucopia Caverns. A safe, fun, family-friendly show cave destination where visitors can enjoy guided tours of subterranean chambers and spectacular limestone formations in a nice cool reprieve from the California summer heat.
Until the disaster. Until the rocks fall, and the blood flows, and the lights go out. Until three groups of tourists are trapped in the darkness, hoping for rescue, trying to find a way out, hoping to survive. But they aren’t alone down there. The caverns reach deeper and farther than anybody knew. Something else hides in Cornucopia’s depths. Something that’s been waiting for an opportunity like this.