If I had time to get contemplative and nostalgic I might. Perhaps next week. Holidays are busy in the world of Gail, full of hugely trying bouts of vast food consumption, epic rivers of tea, presents, and a great deal of driving. Woe is me.
Look at me, all about the sarcasm this season. I can’t help it, good cheer and sparkly lights make me come over all snarky.
Mine appears to have been a very octopus steampunk set of festivities. This does not warrant sarcasm but is, in fact, a serious business. Look at my pretties!
Teapot in an Octopus Cameo Steampunk Tote Bag
Prudence is off my radar at the moment out getting critiqued. Wish me luck? This means I am attempting to complete all those tasks I put off in order to finish my draft. You know, tiny little things like overhauling my entire website, and e-formatting another short story, and last quarter’s accounts. Small insignificant little bits and bobs.
GAIL’S DAILY DOSE
Your Moment of Parasol . . .
1913Mantle Paul Poiret, 1913 The Victoria & Albert Museum
Your Tisane of Smart . . .
1913 Cruise Ship Menu
Your Writerly Tinctures . . .
7 Setting Basics That Can Bring a Story to Life
Book News:
My book as an ornament.
Quote of the Day:
“It is, in my view, the duty of an apple to be crisp and crunchable, but a pear should have such a texture as leads to silent consumption.”
~ Edward Bunyard