Being so gobsmacked that Michael Nobbs has made 1300 podcasts that I find myself going off the beaten track.

A lovely indoor day writing and now contemplating a cold, dark, wet walk to a writers’ meeting where steamed chocolate pudding may await me.

A short walk enjoying the last of the sun before heading back home to write.

A bit low on energy as I prepare my burrow for the Writing Cave tonight.

A cold during my unplugged week gave me an excellent opportunity to delve into my writing.

Sitting in the sun and contemplating full immersion in my novel during my unplugged week.

Gathering what I can from an intense evening and looking forward to hearing Heather Rose.

Enjoying the sense of companionability that seems to be emanating from my writing table in the wake of the Writing Cave.

Thinking about dislocation and comfort and valuing our creativity as I prepare for the Writers’ Cave.

Finding clarity above the fog, and pondering the pros and cons of selective engagement.