Infinite #100happydays
These days, when Hawkeye and I have to walk home from the train station (about twenty or twenty five minutes at the pace of a mommy, I’m tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired four year old) or when I need to distract him from the deplorable absence of biscuits on the bus, I pass the time by having him look for…
I had to stop by our doctor’s office this evening to collect something, but this necessitated a bit of waiting inside the reception area. As I was on my bike with Hawkeye I was layered up like an onion, and Hawkeye was plain bundled up like …. well… like a bundled up thing. After I…
Last Thursday was… well, let’s just say it had some really low lows, and some exceptionally high highs. Both of those events deserve their own posts, but the words are still germinating and marinating and in the meantime, I thought I would share this little gem of a text conversation I had with The Mister…
We have an elf in our office. No, it’s not Dobby, esq, Elf Attorney-at-Law. It’s not the fae or one of the fair folk or sídhe (though I hear they’re fab at exploiting contractual loopholes!). It is, of all things, our very own in-house elf-on-the-shelf. When our department relocated one floor up over the weekend and I…
Anyone who followed my original #100happydays on Instagram will have read about why I have a fascination with frost. It is childhood memories and magic and beauty all rolled together into one very cold but exciting package. Unfortunately (from one point of view at least) I don’t get to see much in the way of…
Breathtaking skyline this morning over Dublin. It’s hard to tell from the photo but the clouds were at different altitudes, with the darker but smaller puffs travelling lower and faster in front of the brilliant pink. Magical. Unfortunately I had an excited toddler with me on the way crèche and only got a hurried Amado…
I’m having my own version of Black Friday where nothing is on offer on my blog. Brain has checked out for the weekend.
I seem to be cursed with having extremely literary friends. I know several who have written books at this stage. Some are self-published, some are gaining steam in the traditional publishing world. Some are in the process of writing or shopping agents. I don’t mean this in a dismissive way of “oh everyone is writing…
I’m finding myself fatigued from trying to be profound nearly every evening in my writing and I still have some 40+ days left of this self-imposed task. This evening, however, I did begin writing something that was flowing well until I realised the topic I chose needs more time than I can devote to it…
