Of Writing and Witchy Living

I hope everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving had the most wonderful of times with family and friends. I wish those who hunger—for food, shelter, health, freedom…—find their much needed nourishment very soon. I spent most of the holiday reading about tummy medical procedures to come, and baring my teeth at what might be a mild food allergy that interferes with my swallowing… upcoming tests shall say more…

In between teeth baring and reading, I wrote poetry and fiction and crafted a bit… and worked, very slowly, on a Pay It Forward project for which I’m about three years past due *cough, cough, cough*. There has been some stretching and exercising, too. I was cleared to work out again, but at such a slow pace that the boredom might urge me to pull my hair out before I can get any real benefit from the so called physical training. Don’t start yelling, my Luvs! I am being rather careful. Patient? Well, that’s a whole different tale.

Speaking of tales and such, I finished the story inspired by “Balance”, the short Bit that won the sixth Expanding Wee Bits of Dark Fiction and Poetry. I shall publish it at the beginning of the week. It just doesn’t feel like a Thanksgiving or Thanksgiving weekend tale. Also, I’ve been editing a collection I aim to publish in the spring—in electronic and print formats *overexcited giggles and delight-filled cackles*. At the same time, I’m trying to figure out the best way to integrate my spoken words and Expanding Wee Bits features. I’m thinking of a biweekly thing… but I’m not sure yet.

Last, but never least, I’ve been finding homes for my urban driftwood—AKA all the logs and sticks I collect during my walks around my NYC woods. The piece below made the perfect shelf for “Mistress Moon”, by SunshineShelle, and its companions: Oma Linda’s wee cabinet of curiosities, Eliora’s wee bottle, and Sharon’s wand.

Urban Driftwood

What have you been up to, my Wicked Luvs?