“It’s too early to be getting up,” say my sons, dragging themselves out of bed in the 7am dark: these boys who till recently rarely slept past six.
The first week of January comes as a minor shock to us all. Surely we can’t be expected to go back to work and school so soon after Christmas? Continue reading “A new groove”
Back burner, I told you! The cycle of the last few weeks: Writing (not blogging, obviously). Stalling. Skiing. We ski almost to excess, two or three times a week, my dodgy joints creaking in protest. Continue reading “Juicing carrots, tempting fate”
So this is what the back burner looks like: not-very-often blog posts. For the last two months, as I’ve worked to a couple of story submission deadlines, I’ve had to make a rule not to spend any ‘prime’ time on this blog. Continue reading “On the back burner”
The shortest day of the year. Sunrise 8.15am, sunset 5.13pm, though that’s academic when you factor in a mountainous horizon and a low blanketing of snow cloud. The boys and I celebrate with a little pagan-style mortification of the flesh: a midwinter dip in Lake Hawea. Continue reading “Solstice, surreality and snow”