The Not Writing Time

Or, mostly I’m still just going to yoga and sitting on the back porch reading novels and eating watermelon.

Writing:  I haven’t been blogging about writing because I haven’t been writing.   So to speak.  The past couple of weeks have been engaged in various business things. Elena and Co will be out in about a year (or so).  I know, I know.  It’s long.  But that’s the way it goes sometimes.

In the meantime, I’ve been working on a novella for Harlequin, and playing with the Four Inspired on a new paranormal collection that’s turning out to be a lot of fun.  I’ve been catching up on emails and conducting a couple of classes.  I’ve been reading a lot, which counts as work for any writer.   

Cooking:  I have thought about cooking, but it’s been hot and all I’ve been eating is watermelon.  Yesterday, I felt slightly inspired and attempted some chile-spiced crepes with chicken and goat cheese.  The crepes were lovely, once I got the hang of the pan (and what is a crepe but a pancake?) but the mixture inside wasn’t as appealing as I’d hoped.  It needs something else…maybe pine nuts.  Or some sharp cold vegetable.  Not sure.   We ate the crepes alone with a tomato salad.

Mainly, though, I have to say I’ve been eating watermelon.  It’s good.  It’s cool.  It’s sweet.

Photos:  I have been shooting photos, because there are no words in photos and pictures.  It’s quite rejuvenating.   Here are some of my garden. 

St. Francis and the Begonia.   I love the little tear on the begonia petal.

I didn’t grow lavender last year, but it is one of my very favorite scents and I like to look at it, too.   I love to hang lavender wands in my closet and let the buds fall off into things.  A surprise waft of scent when I put it on.

This one just felt calm and still, like a perfect moment of meditation.

Eventually, the hustle and bustle will begin again.  For now, I’m enjoying the respite.