I just collected about a dozen unripe windfall pears, victims of the thunderstorm two nights ago. I quartered them--they were like little rocks--seeded them and removed any buggy bits, and combined them with water, cloves, palm sugar, and nutmeg to make a pint and a half of pear butter. The water bath is coming up to temperature so that I can ( Read more... )

I wrote around 1200 words early this morning, resurrecting the dead pages. One scene came out better, I think, and the other one worse than their dead cousins, but it's a draft so that doesn't matter. I turned off all the lights and watched the snow falling and the night turned strawberry colored and wrote about the end of the world ( Read more... )

You know the old Mercer Meyer book, Just for You? Where the little furry troll child is going to do all these things for his mom, but the bed is too bouncy, the closet is too scary, and so on?

I was going to sleep in this morning, after yesterday's hard physical labor and in anticipation of today's late night. But the cat was on my pillow, and she ( Read more... )