If I were going to write the story of my life this minute, that’s what I would call it. I Wonder What Will Happen Next, by Melinda Johnson. Because every day or two, something DOES happen. And I must confess that there is an inner Melinda who adores having her finger in every pie that passes, so this is not a bad thing.
But I was making tuna turnovers for dinner this evening, and as I passed the kitchen sink, I suddenly missed my blog. I haven’t seen it in quite a while. Months. So here I am again.
Work is loads of fun. My life is full of Orthodox writers, which is a very good sort of person to have littering your path. I have another book on the way, which gets written in spurts when there is nothing else particularly happening. And in addition to having my finger in every pie that passes, I’m getting the chance to make some of the pies myself, which is very much fun.
It’s raining here. (This can’t be a surprise to anyone familiar with the top left corner of the United States.) If you didn’t know it was June outside, you wouldn’t know it was June outside. We went to the beach today. Wearing boots and jeans and rain jackets. If you ever read a novel in which people go to a beach in Western Washington wearing bikinis and flip-flops, and loll on the sand sipping iced drinks, you will know the author did no research of any kind whatsoever.
And there’s my oven timer. The biscuits are done. (I abandoned the turnovers and made tuna salad and biscuits instead.)
Have a lovely evening!
