Mood reading

Pansy petals are flapping in the cold wind. It’s almost noon and it’s still too frigid for me to work in the garden.  So I’m listening to Fleetwood Mac and writing instead. I don’t know about you, but I go through periods where I crave a certain feel in the fiction I consume. Sometimes I need … Continue reading Mood reading

Flex Day

I read fiction this morning. On a Tuesday, on the couch, at 7am, with my smoothie. I never read fiction in the morning. I read it on the weekends after my chores are done. I read it at night after my day’s work is done. Fiction is a reward: it is my treat for working … Continue reading Flex Day