Winter Is Here

Winter Is Here

Well, the cats have the right idea. It's cold out, so we should bundle up under as many blankets as we can. Peaches was wondering why I bothered to get out of bed at all, though her brother wanted me to go downstairs and give them the day's serving of squishy food. It's 38°F right now, which is...

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404

404

Prompt: I woke up in pitch black after a risky but necessary operation. The bedside clock said 404. *** The first thing I heard was beeping. Repeated, regular, like it had been going on forever. My fucking alarm. I groped for my phone, but my arm wouldn’t move. That woke me up a bit more and I...

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Nearly There!

Nearly There!

Exciting news! I finished writing the third Kay novel! Now it’s at the beta readers, getting marked up and ready. Soon (very soon), I plan on publishing it for everyone to read. Eeek! I just have to write the blurb for it, which I’m not looking forward to. I don’t know why, but writing the novel...

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No Furnace?

No Furnace?

It’s been a stressful week. There’s a blizzard coming on Saturday, and our furnace broke on Thursday night. We spent all day Friday dealing with the repair – and also with the fact that our internet was down. All day. The repairman was nice and, even more importantly, he was experienced and...

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Books and Hens…

Books and Hens…

I’ve been trying to read more. This sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but, well. I’m having a hard time finding stories I really love. I can find many that are ‘good enough’, stories that I can finish, but few which really grab me by the lapels (if I wore something with lapels, of course)...

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Winter is for Hibernating

Winter is for Hibernating

Getting out of bed is so hard. I know, I know, I was just complaining about this last week, but I don’t mean to complain. I think it’s reasonable to want to hibernate at times like this. Wintertime. When it’s cold and yucky out, and there’s only about ten minutes of actual daylight in any given...

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Joan Grey

Joan Grey

Hi!

I’m your friendly, neighborhood wordsmith.

I can be found working outside with my flock of nutty hens, inside fondling yarn and knitting, or sitting in front of computer screens, but mostly I’m found trapped underneath cats, trying desperately to reach my coffee cup.