Current Playlist: I've been random in my song selections recently. It's time to put together a playlist for the book I'm revising though. I'll pick some bluegrass, some southern gospel, and some country. It's set in Kentucky, up a holler in the hills.
Current Shame-Inducing Guilty Pleasure: Contemplating a possible trip next month.
Current Colors: Jewel tones and black
Current Fetish: Not sure "fetish" in the right word, but Haydn and I are back to daily doses of Doctor Who.
Current Food: I've been better, lately, at freezing individual portions of leftover foods. Also, I've started keeping homemade burritos in the freezer for lunches. Haydn ran out of donuts, and he requested I make the next batch chocolate. So I made this recipe and they turned out absolutely delicious. We have 13 in the freezer for Sunday mornings.
Current Drink: Coffee with Truvia and Coldstone Creamery's sweet cream creamer. How many times can I say "cream" in one sentence?
Current Favorite Favorite: Pilot's G2 pens. I'm using them for book notes, and the ink flow is absolutely perfect.
Current Wishlist: I want a new pair of skinny jeans to wear with my boots and I'd like a new pair of black boots as well.
Current Needs: The downstairs bathroom needs to be gutted and redone. Mostly, what I need, or what I feel like I need, is retreat. I'd like to get away from the constant going/doing/wanting/talking...
Current Triumph: I finished revisions on Tornado. I'm sure there will be more editing and revising. That seems to be the norm in the publishing industry, but the big revision is complete, and I am happy with how it turned out.
Current Bane-of-my-Existence: Alarm clocks.
Current Indulgence: vanilla ice cream with cinnamon sprinkled all over it.
Current Mood: Amazingly good, all things considered.
Current #1 Blessing: Corey. He's pretty much always the answer to this question.
Current Outfit: jeans, pink UK shirt my sister bought for me at Rupp Arena, and cream-colored sneakers
Current Link: Crash Course is a youtube channel I like as a homeschool resource.
“She thought, If I or my father or any Boughton has ever stirred the Lord's compassion, then Jack will be all right. Because perdition for him would be perdition for every one of us.”
― Marilynne Robinson, Home
*It was my thirtieth
Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon
Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.
O may my heart's truth
Still be sung
On this high hill in a year's turning.
by Dylan Thomas