Life in progress


#JusJoJan 23 & #SoCS – From


“From.” A word that assumes you’ve been somewhere.

“Oh, I just came from …”

The kitchen. That’s about as far as I go these days.

I just bought a treadmill today, so I have no excuse not to walk even when it’s cold enough to freeze the nuts off a squirrel, or hot enough to melt, … um … the nuts off a squirrel? I wouldn’t know. Squirrels tend to bury their nuts, so I don’t keep track of them.

Hopefully the squirrels do.

Anyway, where was I?

Oh yeah. So I might not even be coming in from a walk unless it’s nice outside. I might be coming from the treadmill. I hope it fits in the living room.

My “point and write” word came from the manuscript I’m working on. A really original word, isn’t it? I’ve used it 37 times in the 8032 words in the first four chapters. I’m sure you wanted to know that valuable nugget of information.

What is the book, you ask? Well, let me tell you. (Because I’m sure you want to know.)

It’s The Magician’s Soul, the third and final book in my paranormal romance series, The Great Dagmaru. And it’s coming out in 19 days!!

You can preorder it by clicking on the picture of the cover. (It’s an Amazon affiliate link.)


Isn’t the cover great? It’s a lovely cover by the even lovelier Belinda Borradaile.  Or should I say “from” Belinda…?

Nah, apparently I’ve used that word enough.

2019-2020 SoCS Badge by Shelley!

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What Day is it Anyway? Thursday, May 7th, 2020

My day today so far–9:00pm: 

We’ve had two days in a row of walking around the block, so that’s been nice. I have a little squirrel friend I’ve taken pictures of when I’ve seen him. I know it’s him (or her … we’re not that friendly … more acquaintances, I guess) because he/she has a tail with a white tip.

I didn’t take the first picture until I’d seen him/her a few times already. This one is from March.

Then here’s one from a couple of weeks ago, I think (who knows what week it is?).

Apparently he/she made it across the road. Or he/she turned back, one or the other, because this is him/her yesterday.

Feel free to speculate in the comments about why my acquaintance’s tail has a white tip. I’m thinking he/she had a run in with some bleach.

So, yeah. It doesn’t take much to amuse me these days. My world is getting smaller. As is yours, I imagine.

I spent a good chunk of the last two days listening to my short, light paranormal romance story. Listening really is the best way to find missing words and other mistakes the eye skips over. I plan to publish it on Amazon on May 19th.

Here’s the cover. Designed by yours truly.

Keeps me amused. Hopefully it will keep readers amused for an hour or so, too.


Why I’m writing this post:

Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.

Let’s keep in touch!


Nano Poblano – Day 19: Leaving Home

I saw these tracks in the snow this morning; they seemed odd.


I studied them for a while before I came to a definite conclusion as to what they meant. Obviously they were made by a disgruntled squirrel, dragging his wagon behind him.

And then I saw the note.


I’d say that pretty much confirms it. This snow is for the birds.

This post in aid of the cause:


Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Ages (Can’t Keep ’em Separated)

Today is one of those rare days when I have no idea what I’m going to type. So I’ve decided to type into my thoughts rather than type what I’m already thinking.

The coffee is hot, the morning is pleasant as I sit at my kitchen table, watching the squirrels in my back yard search for places to hide their nuts. One, I see, has been in my flower pot. Ah well, the flower’s already dead.

I’m supposed to me talking about age. I remember a time when there was no way I’d have been content to just sit at the table and watch the squirrels. But we go through phases, don’t we? So energetic when we’re young. I consider myself lucky to still have energy – to be able to move with close to the ease I was able ten years ago, though the aches and pains seem to linger longer… linger longer. That’s just weird. Anyway, where was I?


Fred, as crazy old Maurice from Beauty and the Beast

In four short days I’ll no longer have three teenagers – my eldest, Fred, turns twenty years old on the 2nd of September. That tiny little baby I used to hold and rock to sleep to the beat of heavy metal (he LOVED The Offspring’s Keep ‘Em Separated. With Chris it was anything Metallica, and Alex, well, he’s Deaf. As long as it had a beat…) now drags himself through the door at all hours of the morning after partying with his friends. Has much changed? Nah.


This was posted as part of SoCS. Find the rules at the click of the link and join in!

Badge by: Doobster at Mindful Digressions

Badge by: Doobster at Mindful Digressions



Spring Cleaning


I feel like Snow White around here sometimes, minus the seven little miners.

Spring cleaning, for me, is not a companionless task. See the debris all over my deck? The blue jays sat on the edge of my roof yesterday and flung it from my eavestroughs, scrounging for insects in amongst the leftover leaves from the fall.

This morning I caught this mangy little guy nibbling on the scraps.


Now all I need is a nice long sleep…