Winter                                                            Moon of the Winter Solstice

The long night has come and gone.  The days have begun to grow longer, even if only by seconds.  I’ll be happy to see the first flowers of spring, the bees coming and going again, the garlic pushing its way through the mulch; of course I will, but that is in its season.  The season now is one of cold and darkness and I like it, too.

I have done my first compilation of Missing.  It’s 110,000 words.  A 320 page paperback, roughly.  Using Scrivener makes the process of creating a manuscript from many different documents pretty easy.  That’s not to say the first compilation is what I want.  It’s not.  Not quite.  So, I’ll have to spend some time fussing with it tomorrow, but I don’t think it will too long to get one that pleases me.

On the downside I got so into this task and my workout that followed that I missed signals from Kate that she was locked out.  Our garage door opener had quit working; she left it here and went out to do her nails.  When she came back, I was already working out and she couldn’t get in.  She was pretty steamed when she did.  She slogged through the snow in her clogs.  Not a happy camper at all.