Something Cari this way comes…

I may have developed a blog posting phobia. I’ve been wanting to write a post for weeks, but every time I tried to pin myself down at the computer I’d find a thousand other things that needed to be done first, like watching another rerun episode of The Mentalist. It’s not really the fear of writing a blog post, it’s the fear of letting people down because I can’t yet say, “It’s done!” However, I can say I’m nearly done with Dancing the Maypole. I started chapter 44 yesterday (it’s now over 121,000 words so it’s by far my longest story yet). This should be the last chapter before the Epilogue. Something Cari this way comes! Over Christmas I pulled out Once Upon a Wager and read what I have. I only see it needing about four more chapters. As soon as I’m done with Maypoles I’ll see if I can get the characters to cooperate.

It’s a miracle I got any writing done this past month as I spent most of it sick, but (as of the 1st of Jan) I’m back on my mega healthy Candida diet so after a few weeks my energy levels should rise now that I’ve thrown sugar overboard. This time I have some new tools to help me stay on course. I’m looking forward to being less fat and having more brain energy to write faster. Stories are piled on my mental file cabinet. I thought of another one on my walk today (a child’s picture book). I should probably make a note of it before it falls into my mental black hole. The likelihood of it getting written isn’t high, but I think it’s best to capture all story ideas just in case I turn into one of those scary super-writers who churn out brilliant stories every three months. One can always hope!

In the mean time…this afternoon I walked down to the Fairy-wood where I found some magical photos. When I reached my usual entry (down into a drain ditch and up through a prickly hedge) I found slippery mud and about five inches of water waiting to ruin my new shoes. I stood there for a number of minutes staring at the gap in the hedge wondering the probability of leaping and actually making it into the wood with dry feet and clean trousers. Probability very low, I suddenly had this thought that there might be another way through the hedge down the road where the ditch wasn’t full of water. Fifty yards down the road I found an open fence and a road into the wood…so I walked in without breaking my ankle or ruining my shoes (though I did nearly do both after deciding to walk deeper into the wood down what looked like a road, but was really a muddy horse track covered by leaves). The setting sun offered some lovely shots along with some half burnt trash…what looked like a car window…I nearly missed a great shot (the picture with the ghostly hand reaching out of the broken glass…like some ghost-demon (yes I’ve been reading too many ghost stories) Did I mention I’m obsessive? Note I’m not obsessive compulsive, I just give in to my endless obsessions!