So many weird things have gone on this week, I can’t even begin to explain any of them. Okay, maybe one little try:
It’s like 2013 crammed itself into one week, and said “see ya, sucka!”
I’ve removed Morri’s Moon, Artemis’ Sanctuary and Draco’s Den from the network. None of us were using those blogs, so there was no point in having them there. After the account problems this week, it was just another bit of security to worry about, so…gone.
Still, onward, ever onward. And all that crap, right? Right.
No promises for posts or articles or activities/updates/etc. for the next while. I’m back at the editing desk, back at my writing, back at my crafting. I spent last year overwhelmed, over-stressed and frankly at the end of my tether. Getting back to my writing again helped with that. Fiction, that is… I’m taking a break from the chapbooks for a while.
My editor and I decided that we want to include Esbats in the print version, rather than releasing it as a chapbook with the others. Of course there will be a digital version of the print version as well, so at some point, it’ll be available for all the readers out there. No worries!
I am hoping to get back on the bandwagon with posts here as well. However, if it happens I’m not posting here but you’d still like to see what’s what – stop by Jodi Lee – Into the Mirror. That one is supposed to have daily content this year!
I’ve updated my crafts page again today. Take a look at what the needle’s been up to! —> LINKTags: 2014, articles, crafts, moving forward, New Year, no promises, posting | Categories: Crafts, Main, SoapBox | Comments Off | Permalink
I’m so late getting a Yule greeting up this year. Then again, I’m always late when it comes to posting on this blog. ;) Rather than re-posting my Yule/Christmas articles from The Pagan & The Pen, I’ll send you over there. Everyone’s been real busy posting their work, so take your time and browse around. You won’t be disappointed!
May all the brightest of blessings grace your lives this holiday season, no matter what the celebration you take part in.
It was less than a week following Samhain, in 2000. My girls were clamoring for the Christmas tree to be put up, and presents to be put under it. Amazingly enough, once told that it was still seven weeks before Christmas and that was a long time to wait and not open those presents, they relented. Just a little…
– > Read More < -- In September of 2003, I lost the man who was everything to me growing up. My grandfather was as close to a father as I would get, and he was probably one of the strongest men I’ve ever known. From late 2001 until his passing, he went through a great many changes in his life, and his strength was sapped beyond repair.
– > Read More < -- In years past, my mother, grandmother and I would do vast amounts of dainties; from miniature butter tarts to easy as a breeze no-bake cookies, at least 1200 treats graced the tables between Christmas Eve and New Year’s Day. Nothing like homemade butter tarts, trust me!
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