14th January 2012
10) Cooking is therapeutic. I often cook when I’m not hungry, or when I don’t need to, simply because I need to do something with my hands. I often call myself a Kitchen Witch because there does seem like a certain amount of witchery is involved with cooking; the adding of the yeast, the kneading of the dough, the soaking…
13th December 2011
It’s that time of the year again. I simply adore December. Even when things aren’t always wonderful and when life is filled with trials, such as I have mentioned in this blog in the past, or the knowledge that Wizengamot is dying and there’s nothing I can do, no matter how much I want to, to save him, December is…
12th November 2011
“I just feel so wrong.” That was my favourite phrase when I was growing up and my friends learned to dread it. It was usually followed by my fervent wish that something would happen to get me out of the tiny town I was growing up in. I had a list of scenarios that I considered romantic in my teen…
30th October 2011
Like you, I firmly believe that fantasy must lie in reality. The weaving of an extraordinary tale in an extraordinary world must take its cue from the everyday lives and trials of the souls that inhabit this one. Even though characters in fantasy are blessed with certain unusual powers they need their weaknesses in order to make them someone we can identify with. However, I…
21st October 2011
It takes two to tango. I recently had a phone call from an old friend (we shall call her X) who clearly had something on her mind. After the initial hellos and how-the-hell-are-yous she very quickly moved on to the real reason why she’d called me. She wanted to issue a very formal and very vociferous complaint about her best…
14th October 2011
The clock sounds unnaturally loud in this quiet room. I put the radio on for company this morning, but it didn’t work. It works most mornings, but it didn’t work today. It’s been one of those days. You know them, I’m sure. I’ve drifted around, too restless to settle, too distracted to work, too consumed by everything that’s gone before…
14th October 2011
Is it just me or have my posse and I been lurching from crisis to crisis lately? Don’t get me wrong; I love being there to pick my buddies up and dust them off (figuratively, of course; we never talk about that time when it was literal), and I love knowing they’re there to perform the same service for me…