Yesterday, I did 1,423 words, I-K. I am especially happy with "K is for Keyhole."
Last night, on Facebook, I wrote "If adoring Dolly Parton singing "Jolene" means I'm not a feminist, then...there you go." Also, "Writers, before you refer to yourselves as prosers, do be aware that this antiquated word not only means someone who writes prose, it also means 'one who talks or writes tediously.' (from Merriam-Webster)." There was more Scrabble, too; this time, I beat Spooky by 32 points.
I have a couple of photos from yesterday's snowfall, behind the cut:
Photographs Copyright © 2015 by Caitlín R. Kiernan
In many ways, this has been the strangest, most surreal winter of my life. I look at those photographs, and I'm reminded of that. And, today, there's some peculiar sorrowfulness pressing in at me. For now, I have to ignore it.