It's ridiculous how quickly the months seem to pass, and then I realise I've been neglecting my website AGAIN.
I think I did manage to make it back here sooner than a whole year had passed, but not by much.
While I was busy elsewhere I was:
Where does writing fit into all this? I think we've all heard the saying that there's a time to reap and a time to sow; which seems apt, considering my interest in gardening and harvesting edible produce to use in my cooking experiments.
I've been sowing. I've been thinking about my characters and stories while I tend to other things. Like work and study. I've been daydreaming and plotting and reflecting. Some of my writing friends might call it tuning into the muse. Others think of it as refilling the creative well. I do think of it as sowing the seeds of future stories. I've been tending more than one garden, and I hope to soon have some strange and wondrous fruit.