I have the loveliest parable written for me, from the world of George MacDonald's "The Day Boy and the Night Girl," itself a beautiful story of gardens in the moonlight, fields in the sunlight and discovering courage. Here the hero and heroine, who have set out into the unknown at the end of MacDonald's story, come to Cordoba, to the city of ( Read more... )

Dear Yulewriter,

Thank you for joining me in the warm fellowship that is Yuletide! Knowing you're writing a story to share with me while I'm playing with ideas for someone else warms me on fall evenings. Yuletide has become, for me, a way to explore new worlds. I've been known to offer (and end up writing in) fandoms I didn't know yet but wanted ( Read more... )

Kass's warm and lovely post, which reminds me to reflect.

A purring fuzzy cat sharing my chair.

A weekend with family and my oldest friend and his fiancee. I got to talk more with her this time (we'd mostly met in large groups so far, and she's a medical fellow, so when she gets to a quiet place in the country she's usually sleepy, which I wholly ( Read more... )

Three days without travel - three days to read and clean house and knead bread and not have to be anywhere or think anything unless I choose to? Heaven. This is always the part of the year when I start to crash and don't really have time to yet. The busy season eases just a hair, I start watching the leaves and wondering how much of a fall we're ( Read more... )

It has been a hard week, and a quiet week, and a week full of people to hold onto and wood fires from the logs my dad split by hand this summer.

I'm thankful that I'm sitting at home on a Sunday night with time to write to you all. And I'm thankful that I'm feeling well enough to have just eaten a cookie (nothing like a persistent cold to make you ( Read more... )

I'm so relieved, I'm light-headed. I've spent election night in the newsroom ... collecting a holiday calendar for a special section, because we had extra hands on the night desk, and they didn't need me. I've been here since 11 a.m., because the best way to get through today, after voting, seemed to be to come in and chip away at something useful ( Read more... )

Some of you know this, because I told people delightedly about it at New Years - this story was so good, I had to share it at soon as I read it with whoever I ran into - but I'm very late in posting it here. Since I missed New Year's, here it is for Valentine's Day: Galaxysoup wrote me the loveliest Yuletide story, a Haroun and the Sea of Stories ( Read more... )

I owe a lot of thanks, and I am late in offering it; things have gotten uexpectedly difficult this week, but I have been thinking the thanks I'm now writing since the holidays.

Sandpipersummer, Land of Light- snow in the darkness, crossroads, lantern light, pastries hot out of the oven - holds all the grit and quiet going-out-into-the-storm and ( Read more... )

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Thank you!

The idea of Yuletide continues to warm me, even on a clear, silver-grey November morning when I have a cold. Thank you for playing with my ideas and joining in this garrulous and open-hearted circle with me.

The more time I've spent in Yuletide, the more I'm drawn to stories less often told than I want them to be, parts of the world I want ( Read more... )