“I find that one story a year is a good average, for me, anyway. You can’t put one out right after another. Just write every day, whether you know what you’re doing or not.”

- Flannery O’Connor

My mind is blank. I can’t think of a single interesting thing to write about for today’s blog, so I will give an account of the day’s accomplishments:

1. Ambled around the neighbourhood with the Resident Canine, admiring the frosted grass, the sun sparkling on water, and the invasion of balsam wreaths hanging on doors and fences.

2. Baked a cake - this cake.

3. Edited the first four pages of a new short story and got in a muddle about this & that – one of those writing days where I clearly didn’t know what I was doing.

4. Chortled while knitting small, pink legwarmers for a certain little neighbour, then a blue pair for her younger-not-smaller sister. Pink and blue stovepipes came to mind.

5. Rehearsed Nutcracker, a sure sign, besides the wreath invasion, that the holiday season is upon us.

6. Ate some cake.

7. Read a little of this book, and am now about to doze off in a sugar coma.