Mortaine’s Blog

My online writing workshop is having a “short story in a week” challenge this month. This week’s words included “slithery” and “mutable.”

I used a dream I had recently as the jumping point for my short story, which turned out to be quite erotic and kinky.

I’m wondering how long it is before the mods tell me to take it down as being inappropriate.

It’s nice to write, though.

OK, the prevailing story is a controlled burn at Wilder Ranch, not up in the mountains at all, even though the wind carried it that far.

To dos for TODAY:
* finish the weird short story-in-a-week
* send those work-related emails.
* Poker tonight
* Try not to curl up and whine about cramps.

My eyes sting, my nose is plugged and runny, and my throat hurts.

You’d think this is a post about the first cold of the season, but it’s not.

All the way down from the Summit to Santa Cruz yesterday, I could smell what smelled like pipe smoke, and a haze hung over the whole town. John smelled it, too– I wasn’t hallucinating.

Since none of the news outlets are reporting a major forest fire, I can only assume that the sheriff found a pot farm and is burning it. Obviously, if that’s what they’re doing, it wasn’t medicinal.

I wish they would tell us, though, so I’d know why I feel like crap today and had a headache yesterday.