Philosophy, writing

Calculated Writing

and not the kind of writing you may be thinking of. I haven’t been writing non-fiction for… a while. I miss the deep dives into a research topic, and then pulling it together into a cohesive whole. On the other hand, the time to get stuck into a topic well enough to produce a cohesion,… Read More Calculated Writing


Christmas Day

I may not have a tree in the house today, but there are presents wrapped by the fireplace. While all of us are in some degree sick (the First Reader is slowly recovering, I seem to have a mild case, and the Boy was awake coughing but is sleeping in now) we don’t have anywhere… Read More Christmas Day

Musing, writing

Hippos and Moose

And just what do those two have in common, you may wonder?  I’m so glad you asked.  One of the things Peter Grant has mentioned, when the topic of dangerous critters arose, is the sheer wrongheadedness of American Tourists in Africa. “You see,” he says, with a shake of his head, “they have seen the… Read More Hippos and Moose


It’s Not Perfect

Iterate better, friend and fellow author Dorothy Grant keeps telling me. If something isn’t working, make changes until it does. I started doing that several weeks ago when I moved the desk off the wall to the center of the room. This afternoon once I’d shut down the work laptop, I cleared it off the… Read More It’s Not Perfect


Chatty Today

*flexes fingers a few times* Hits the keyboard, hands flying.  I’ve been an erratic blogger. Yes, Cedar, you’re thinking, you’ve been like that for… (checks blog date) sixteen years now.  I don’t mean that kind of erratic! I mean the kind that doesn’t post on the regular, which means that readers stop coming to see… Read More Chatty Today



Home from the con. Drained and need to recover, may do AAR later today or tomorrow. For now I’m holing up with soft music, the Day Job, and pretending there are no people.  Anthophilous: Attracted to flowers.


Odd Prompts: Cloud Dancing

it’s Tuesday! Must be snippet o’ fiction day…  *** “C’mon, sleepyhead!” John was standing by the kitchen door, shrouded in darkness that far from the kerosene lamp they were relying on.  Bonnie lobbed a biscuit in his direction, and he caught it, laughing. “Let me finish my coffee?” She asked.  “There’s more in the thermos.… Read More Odd Prompts: Cloud Dancing