January 14, 2026
I just passed another birthday. I won’t say what number it was, but let’s just say I’m no spring chick. I’m not even a mother hen at this point. The only reason I bring this up is because time, since I have hit this particular stage of my life, seems to pass at warp speed. But then, when you are trying to play makeup for the many things you feel you have missed out on, time always seems to be in demand and there is never enough. That, anyway, is the reason I am giving for not writing since April.
Last Spring I had big plans and high hopes. Yeah, what is that saying about making plans and listening to God laugh? I think I fell into that category. I really thought I could fix up Serenity over the course of a few weekends and then I’d spend my summer in the quiet solitude of the mountains writing. Hahahahaha. That didn’t happen.
It turns out, when you have to clean, sand, prime and paint walls in a cabin, where the wall space is tight, it is very time-consuming. It was a bit of an art getting paint in all the very small spaces between windows and doors and cabinets. It took a while, but I managed. Unfortunately, life happened as well and I didn’t get to stay up there as long as I wanted so the summer writing retreat didn’t bear fruit.
I’m a teacher. In August I was back at work and the summer was gone. This school year has beat me down and we aren’t even halfway through January yet. Among the chaos and the thrashing I’m taking while teaching, I have decided I will not work so hard and I will, nay, I must write. Writing is therapy. I may not be working on one of my book ideas, but I am writing and that counts for something.
Please forgive typos, bad grammar or punctuation errors. I am posting this without giving it a day to sit before I come back and edit it so this is raw and rough. No AI, all me. I want to post it so I feel like I have accomplished some writing today.
Runes & Rust 