We’re almost at Winter Solstice. I’m still here, now writing a first draft of a new story.
I have found a notebook on the shelf of many, for textiles and words research and doodling. I need to keep a log over coming months.
Procrastination has included testing all pens in my two pots, looking at bundt recipes ( I can’t get the word ‘bundt’ out of my head, thanks to ‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding’), drifting in and out of snoozing, escapism through episodes of Northern Exposure, looking over Edward Gorey illustrations. Although the latter is relevant to the Textiles course I’m on.
I should be transferring words from a notebook to a document on the computer. Maybe another night.