Daily Diversion #53: View from My Sickbed

I’m slogging my way through a bout with the ‘flu. Fortunately, I have all of the necessary accoutrements to smooth the path to wellness…

Books and tea are this sick writer's best friends.

Books and tea are this sick writer’s best friends.

a classic novel, a gory modern mystery, a thick volume of arty, compelling letters, and a cuppa steaming Earl Grey. *

*Not pictured: two yellow dogs and one calico cat cocooning me with their furry warmth, purrs, and murmurs.

Daily Diversion #50: A Writer’s Best Friend…

is not a pen, paper, book, idea, plot, character or thought. Those things, when joined, are blood, meat, mead. They warm the soul, but not cold toes on a crisp autumn morning. Creativity fills holes and unmasks wounds. It starts an emotional and intellectual chain-reaction that flies around the world, unbound. Limitless. Yet, feeling a wet nose at the back of the knee is a thousand and fifteen times better than reading about a wet nose at the back of the knee. This is a fact.

Duncan playing dead.

Duncan playing dead.

Daily Diversion #49: One Sleeping Dog, Two Ways

With our cable and internet connection mysteriously down until just a few hours ago, my weekend consisted of the following: writing (not blogging), cleaning, watching movies on my laptop, blasting punk rock through open windows, listening to sirens scream through the neighbourhood, daydreaming, thinking about doing laundry and then deciding against it, reading, swaying in the breeze clad in my underwear and a hoodie (I get cold), and photographing my dogs while they murmured in their sleep.

 
PS-I will be playing catch-up for the next few days. Thank you for your patience.

Crosley 1

Six days worth of entertainment in one 90-pound package of fur.

Crosley 2

Napping is what he does best. That, and looking cute.