Psychic Dogs, and a Holiday Treat for Sydney Brennan Fans (Shh–It’s a Free Short Story)
Well, I’m back in rainy Hawaii this week. My jet-lagged brain is still struggling to make complete sentences, but my sloughing skin has never been happier. 😉 I’ll be sharing more about my visit to West Virginia soon, along with whatever pictures I can filch from my husband and mom (my position in the back seat, along with my tendency to forget my phone/camera, left me photo-less). For now, I’ll just say it was cold (high temperatures in the teens) and dry. Did I mention the d-r-y? Traveling anywhere from the islands is always… let’s just say involved. But the Read more…
Considering a Zombie Apocalypse, and The Writer’s Environs: a Trip to the Lava Lake
Today, I’m sharing the pictures my internet couldn’t handle last week, but first, thank you for the commiseration with the last post’s kvetching. Good news—the rain has finally abated to occasional showers, although with heavy vog (volcanic fog) and cloud cover, nothing is drying out in a hurry. I’ve mentioned before that with 150 inches of rain a year (380 cm), unless we’re in the middle of a drought, it’s always wet here. That’s why any opened food packages (chips, cereal, etc.) go in a sealed plastic bag with a desiccant pack. A few days ago, I tried to pour Read more…
Forget Fashion–I’m Ready for Duck Boots
I almost took my dog’s Valium this morning. It wasn’t intentional (at the time). It’s just that one little green pill bottle looks much like every other little green pill bottle. But it might not have been a bad idea. It’s been one of those mornings that could use a little mellow. Actually, one of those weeks. We’ve been under various flood advisories here in East Hawaii (plus the occasional gale, winter storm, and thunderstorm) all week. Rain isn’t unusual for us, but it’s dumping, the way that makes you thankful you don’t have any soil to slow the water Read more…
Wiping the Slate Clean of Avocados (and Other Stuff)
Still a little scattered here. I’m currently buried in avocados. Metaphorically, not literally. Not quite literally. You know how sometimes you get pulled into something (or say, you leave town), and you end so far behind in everything else that you don’t think you’ll ever catch up? That’s me and my husband right now. If you caught last week’s blog post (Shades of Winterport), you’ll know that our travel back to Hawaii hit some thunderstorm-sized speed bumps in Houston, resulting in a missed connection and an extra day of travel. Well, one extra day for us. An extra three days Read more…
It Was the Best of Times… And the Other Part, Too
This week’s blog post will be on the brief side, but I have a feeling you’ll forgive me when I tell you I’m writing it in LAX (3 a.m. Hawaii time) on a borrowed computer. (Don’t worry—it’s my husband’s, not some random person foolish enough to nap with their head on a jacket instead of their laptop.) It’s been a crazy week. Let’s start with the Bestest Part, since that’s more accurately Dickensian. I had a BookBub ad this week, which probably doesn’t mean anything to you unless you’re one of the million or so voracious readers on their list. Read more…
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