I'm reading the latest Haruki Murakami, The City and Its Uncertain Walls. It's a choice by someone in my book club. It's irritatingly beautiful. I say irritatingly for two reasons: one is I want to shout at the main character to move it along, but that's my smart phone addled brain talking. Second, he stops... Continue Reading →
Through Gritted Teeth
Recently I've been grinding my teeth at night. I've been told this could be related to menopause. I think the cause for me is political, but hey, everyone's their own best doctor. I mean, I've GoogleHow'ed just about everything so I'm now an expert...on everything. Right? I went to see an osteopath last week. My... Continue Reading →
Working Hard or Hardly Working
I don't know what to call my writing time. Sometimes I think that I didn't do anything all day, but I did. It wasn't just laundry, or washing the floors, or scrubbing out the toilet (although today I did all of these things, my apartment is small, this doesn't take a lot of time) but... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 