Happy (belated) Christmas!

A mini charm pack coaster from Jen Hewitt's Reimagined line. Going to be one I use after the Christmas linens are put away.
 

Happy Christmas indeed! I meant to write this on Christmas Day, but the hours slipped away. Then on Boxing Day, and again time sped like a swift river (more on that perhaps in this post, but if not certainly within impending entries). Then there was yesterday.... In which nothing monumental occurred, other than finding three eggs in the rice hulls bag. Did I mention how hens were roosting in it, alongside the shelf? And that I went through said depleted bag and found nothing, then I removed it, but Cami Chicken SQUAWKED, so I put it back, then my husband took it out, and then yesterday afternoon, while refreshing the dustbathing box, while scooping up rice hulls I came across three eggs? Well, that latter bit is new, and maybe the whole story wasn't mentioned.

Bless this henny-penny's heart! But stay outta the rice hulls, you hear chicken?

It's post-Christmas, yet still a busy time of year!

ANYWAYS.... Yesterday was a flurry of getting more peat moss, emptying the dustbox, refilling the dustbox, collecting heaps of eggs (LOL), and basic life goals being accomplished. But no blog post. And that's fine, I don't need to write here every single other day. However this morning, right NOW, it's time. Or it's time to start a post, and perhaps complete it later.

Why is it time? Well, because maybe in 2026 I will begin to rework a novel I wrote back in 2008. And I write that sentence because yesterday, or maybe the day before, I looked over a chapter of that story that I reworked in 2013 and thought, "Huh. that's been a dozen years since mulling over a book I truly loved but oh my goodness I was a mediocre writer back then." Yet the storyline is good. It's a little personal, part of it based upon a long-deceased relative's experiences. I had to tell her story, or incorporate it into something larger, and yeah, Detours is a whopper. And it's the first of a two-book series, LOL! Did I know back then that writing a series would become my stock-in-trade? Nope. Back then I was THRILLED to be writing anything at all. Back then I had so much to learn, and maybe now, having endured all those lessons, is the time to put them to use.

Another coaster, this one with an extra layer of batting, that of Pellon Insul-Fleece. Occasionally a warm dish leaves condensation under a coaster/placemat, so this was an experiment and it was easy to hand-quilt, so I may use more of the fleece as I go. (P.S. I sure like this collection!)

To resurrect a novel that even before that first chapter was reworked in 2013 I knew needed a MAJOR OVERHAUL. Maybe that's a Christmas present to myself, not that I require another treasure. Or maybe I do.

Time, as a swift river, a plodding stream, or some element of life that Richard Feynman lectured upon ages ago.... Um, shoot! I lost what time was going to mean. Well, that's okay. A senior moment aside, it's time (maybe) for me to read Detours and discover what I can turn it into. Maybe a book worth releasing? Or possibly a tale for myself, the accomplishment far less visible. For time, be it a river, a stream, a notion related in physics far over my head, waits for no one. Ha!

(That's not what I was going to write, I don't think, but it ends this post well enough. And again, a belated Happy Christmas to all!) 

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