Not another day...

...will pass without me writing something. I know. I've been MIA these past few days. I have no excuse and no reason. I've been busy and reading and catching up on a lot of things, and, well, I haven't had much to say that would be worth writing about. No pithy observations, no special moments that needed to be inscribed in bits and bytes, nothing to say. And I just took a lot of words to say nothing at all.

Even in my quiet and secluded environment, I have picked up the yarg that is currently making the rounds. Nothing horrible, no gastrointestinal pyrotechnics, just a stuffy head and feeling sub par. It happens. So, taking my own advice I have brewed a cup of green and licorice root tea with honey. That should set things to rights. I culled some wood from the basement and have a lovely warm fire going and I don't feel so cold and icky. I had a short conversation with my favorite person and I think I can finally get motivated to write the reviews I need to write. I also have to write a few articles for the horror site, finish a cat fighting scenario, and dig into the ripped out roots of my NaNo novel and start all over from a better perspective and point in the story.

I've been wrestling with what I need to do with it because it just didn't have the right tone and wasn't doing what I want to do with the story. I just trashed about 15,000 words and I'm starting over. I may be able to salvage what I've already written, but even if I don't at least I know where the story should begin and how it will play out.

The stove is blowing warm air out and up into the loft where I spend most of my days and my fingers are warm and functioning for a change. The licorice root and green tea is soothing my throat and I can breathe again. The washing machine is cleaning a load of clothes and my plants are watered and flourishing--as are the gnats. I don't feel like crawling back into bed with evil intentions of DIY pleasure or just snoozing with another book. The sky outside my window is a fluffy uniform hazy white with ribbons of the palest blue winking between the clouds. I found out there is a chance I will be able to see the aurora borealis tonight since the sun is spitting fire in our direction and I do not want to miss another aurora like the one I missed last night that was visible as far south as Oklahoma.

There is still snow on the ground and the air is crisp, cold, and clear. It's a good day and my mood has definitely taken a detour around icky and slid right into happy and productive. Can't ask for more than that.