Spring?

It's the first day of spring, and as the howling "wintry mix" splats against my windows, I can still somehow feel the first tiny tendrils of life returning. This morning, walking around, I could feel the hint of warmth on the breeze, at least until the gale turned around and got cold. I can't help…

Monkeyminding

My brain is busy. I went to a workshop at the excellent Writer's federation this week and learned I should rewrite my novel from the beginning to make it sing. I'm blanking out a bit with horror at the thought as I've over 80,000 words invested already and I feel sad about sending them to…

Monkeyminding

My brain is busy. I went to a workshop at the excellent Writer's federation this week and learned I should rewrite my novel from the beginning to make it sing. I'm blanking out a bit with horror at the thought as I've over 80,000 words invested already and I feel sad about sending them to…

It’s spring, when a young heart’s thoughts turn to those of love…or is that just limerence?

Ah, the joy of another new word. I thought there were phases of love, yes, but I knew nothing of the word limerent, coined by Dorothy Tennov in 1977. She described an anxious form of attachment, much like the infatuation of early love, but which varies according to the uncertainty associated with the LO (limerent…

Why? Why? Why? And Euuuuccccchhhhh!

Spring, glorious spring! It's gorgeous here today - sunny and bright and cool but not cold and my puppy is begging for a walk should my legs cooperate - but I just came back from the shop and had to tap dance my way through the globs of spit everywhere on the sidewalk. EWWWW. WHY…