Journal

Dark nights and book stacks

The nights are closing in. This is a phrase that is usually uttered with a defeated tone. 'Closing in' certainly sounds ominous. Slightly threatening. Like a pack of wolves slowly creeping towards the door. However, I love these earlier sunsets, the longer nights, the stretches of twilight. The huge harvest moon glowed orange and bright… Continue reading Dark nights and book stacks

Journal

Five Tiny Moments of Joy

My sourdough toast with butter and Marmite for breakfast. Our thriving basil plant. Having a catch-up with a dear friend in Warwick and being able to sit outside (we didn't get a picture - gah!). St. Mary's Church in Warwick chiming 9 o'clock as I walked back to the car. My new little handbag from… Continue reading Five Tiny Moments of Joy

Journal, Reading

Dealing a New Hand

Back when I was pregnant with Austin, I started planning and writing a novel. I wrote little and infrequently. I found it hard to write with a newborn baby. I found it hard to write with my teaching job. To boost my word count, I went on a couple of writer's retreats, and every November,… Continue reading Dealing a New Hand