BH: 2220

Got up today, walked into the living room, and discovered my lucet and the attache crochet yarn in the middle of the floor. The lucet lock, which goes over the ends of the lucet horns and keeps the braid from slipping off, is nowhere to be seen. I informed the cats that they’d get fed when they found the lock. Of course I caved in and fed them anyway, a little while later. I’m just no good at discipline.

Got quite a bit crossed off my To Do list today, which is very nice. And I’ve started writing the next scene on BH. I’d like to finish Chapter 8 tonight. We’ll see.

Ken’s home! I had a feeling he was headed home when I called this afternoon and he didn’t answer his phone. When he called back a few hours later, he was at LAX. My love is home, to hold and hug. We talked and cuddled for a bit, went out to the Chinese buffet, and by the time we got home he was falling over. It’s after midnight East Coast time, so I’m not surprised. It works out fine, because it gives me a few hours to write.

I noticed a new antho listed on ralan.com today, about crows. On a whim, did a websearch for crows and Wales. Immediately found out about Castell Dinas Bran, also known as Crow Castle. I almost got cold chills. It was as if the story was falling together while I watched, outside. I don’t actually have a plot, but I have ideas. I may try to write it tomorrow. The antho’s limit is only 1500 words.

I found one of my favourite poems, “Instruction” by Neil Gaiman, online. So I copied it into Word, put it in a pretty font, and printed it on blue parchment to hang by the computer. You can read the poem at http://www.endicott-studio.com/cofinstr.html

Okay. Time to light some candles and incense, turn off most of the lights, and write.

You know, when Ken’s not home, I tend to avoid going to bed. I wear myself out, tire myself out, because I don’t want to face the empty bed. But normally, when he’s here, I want to go to bed at the same time, to fall asleep all curled up together with him.

Tonight, he needed to go to bed pretty early, and rather than keep him awake by reading in bed or tossing about, I stayed up. And I found there was something terribly comforting knowing that he was in there, waiting for me (even if he was fast asleep), while I pounded out Chapter 8. (And I’m extremely happy to report that I finished it!) I think I will indeed grab a book and read a little bit, but I’m pretty tired, so it won’t be much. Just enough to relax my mind so I can sleep.

Ken’s home. I had a good day of getting things done and a productive evening of writing. So many things to be thankful for.