I wrote some fiction tonight. It is the first fiction that I've written in months. It was only a few pages, but they are important pages for a story I've been working on for a couple (few, several...) years.

I'm quite pleased with myself.

It's the first full day of spring and it's grey and cold, I feel like falling back to sleep while the earth wakes. I wish I could draw some energy from the planet and pull myself up like the season. But, I'm like the day, low and dark...

I've decided, now that I'm starting to ride that roller coaster to hell called menopause, that calling something a Syndrome, as in PMS, is asking for dread and heart breaking sighs. From now on I'm going to call it PMF; Pre Menstrual Festivities ( Read more... )