Shannon

Faeries and mad ghosts bedeviled my morning walk. Strong forces are at work.

State of the Container of the Witch: The diet continues very well. Can you believe I haven’t had a drink in nearly two weeks? The numbers on the scale continue to edge downward, and I’ve re-introduced a whole tier of favorite clothing back into the rotation. Yay! And it’s still been really, stupidly easy. Which

I had a really, really nice visit with my dad. I’m so glad we both took steps to make that happen–him especially, as he did more. I got up there late afternoon, he showed me around his business and all the cool new equipment they’ve gotten since the last time I was there, and introduced

I’m leaving in a few minutes, heading to Points Partway North for an overnight visit with my dad. Which I am very much looking forward to. Orchids are in the sink and need to be put away; a small bit of packing has to happen; otherwise, I am ready. I’m taking the computer, but I

Jay wasn’t the only one who got a novel to first readers today. I did the same with Demonhead. Yay! It’s particularly exciting, because, well, Our Lady of the Islands is my novel too–so I sort of finished *two* novels today. 🙂 I’m reading his treatment of Our Lady right now, and loving it–I can

Cover art! My story “The Hippie Monster of Eel River” will be in this fine-looking anthology. Thanks to Jennifer for letting me copy (and for buying the story in the first place!).

I am wearing pants from the next tier down, in my vast constellation-o-sizes. As in, one step down from Utmost Hugest Evar, where I have been stuck for months. And they feel and look good. 🙂

Back to San Francisco today. No travel stories, I am pleased to report. I even got rockstar parking at home. Spent much of the afternoon on re-entry–unpacking, grocery-ing, fiddling around here. But I also finally!!! wrote that scene in Demonhead that I’ve been poking at all weekend, or, well, since Thursday maybe. Got it! Now

Overconfident, perhaps, from our success and ease in unplugging the chemo pump two weeks ago, Shelly Rae and I set about de-needling Jay this afternoon at 2:00. By 2:45, we had learned a few things: -Where the line actually unscrews from, as opposed to where it looks like it unscrews from -To hold tight to

…what kind of an environment I’m succeeding in staying on this diet in: