Author: Cedar Sanderson

  • The Brioche Formula

    The Brioche Formula

    The First Reader and I were sitting and chatting the other day, planning for a Sunday morning breakfast with friends, which we would host. He wanted to serve pork chops and French toast. Oh, I said, I’ll make up brioche for the French toast, it’s so nice for it. Which led to to us talking…

  • Sowing Seeds

    Sowing Seeds

    And this isn’t a metaphor, it’s what I did today. I did a lot of other things too. It was a good day, and I’m tired at the end of it.  It started, though, doing one of the things I love best, sitting on the porch with my First Reader, watching the sun come up…

  • Books, Books!

    Books, Books!

    First up, the latest in the Postcards series. Postcards from Foolz was prompted during Foolzcon this April.  I do most of the illustrations for these, and it is so fun to do the layout and see what stories came from the images I sent out as prompts. Plus, I had a lot of fun with…

  • A Mother’s Purpose

    A Mother’s Purpose

    I started on this journey twenty-four years ago, plus a few months. With the birth of my first child, I knew my life had been inalterably changed, and it was wonderful. What I never thought about, through the years of having four children grow from babies to active children to teens and then into adulthood,…

  • A new start

    A new start

    So I did a video of my garden, a little walking tour of it as it is now. With all the mess and imperfections and work that needs to be done…  It’s a start. Starts aren’t meant to be perfect, if you make it perfect before you begin you’ll never begin, and you will have…

  • Bug Safari

    Bug Safari

    I had promised myself that if I got through the editing and uploaded the working files for the upcoming book (Postcards from Foolz, due out from Raconteur Press this coming Friday) that I’d put a macro lens on the camera and go prowl the garden for a while.    The thing about the lens I…

  • Fascinations

    Fascinations

    I had a gloriously geeky evening on Thursday. I’ve been taking the Master Naturalist class, so my Thursday evenings have been devoted to a lifelong fascination with the world around me. Lectures on botany, mycology, geology, and more… I’ve missed this kind of learning. So I showed up to the classroom where the class is…

  • Falling into Place

    Falling into Place

    I wrote a lengthy post over on my Substack. I  try to do a long-form essay there every Wednesday. This one is on how easy it is to become rigid, fixed into place, and stop learning new things. Or, alternatively, how change is hard because it requires learning new things.  I am, myself, fighting a…

  • Odd Prompts: Committing Commerce

    Odd Prompts: Committing Commerce

    A snippet from the WIP. Context for the curious is the world of Cannon Publishing’s Fae Wars.  *** “When the world hands you lemons,” He grunted under the effort of lifting his end of the wooden crate. It smelled faintly of petroleum products and was so roughly finished he was grateful for the protection of…

  • An Insufficiency of Oomph

    An Insufficiency of Oomph

      I had a long list I wanted to get done the last day or so. I… did not get all of it done. I have an insufficiency of energy and ability. I was trying to get the garden work done and tidied yesterday, and wound up straining a muscle. I went from the initial:…

  • Observations

    Observations

    I’m not terribly good at birds.  Today I went on a birdwalk with other naturalists, and it was a lot of fun (plus being good exercise) because I was learning things the whole time. One of the things I already knew: I’m pants at identifying birds, especially when I can’t see them. Birdsong remains a…

  • Embracing Nightmares

    Embracing Nightmares

    We recorded a session of the BroadCast today, which will air on Wednesday. Myself, the Lovely Miss Rita, and Alyssa Casto all sat down together to talk about wonderment, daydreams, and life. It was a great conversation. Like these things do, it sparked me into thinking about something long after we’d said farewell and gone…