Imagination doesn't just mean making things up. It means thinking things through, solving [problems] or hoping to do so, and being just distant enough to be able to laugh at things that are normally painful. [Some people] would call this escapism, but they would be be entirely wrong. I would call fantasy the most serious, and the most useful branch of writing there is.
--Diana Wynne Jones

Saturday, December 25, 2010

This Christmas Eve...

Christmas Eve and seven days to read seven books if I am to achieve my goal of reading 100 books in 2010.

Tomorrow: the family skis, I curl up on the couch and read. I can't keep up with the slowest child on the ski runs anymore, so this works out nicely for all. My perfect idea of vacation. Theirs, too. Maybe I'll ski with them on New Year's Day, if global warming takes a break long enough to create some white powder at Sundance instead of the slush we've got now.

Wish my missing family were all here instead of on the other side of earth.

Thankful for a silly and also lovely Christmas Eve (braided beards and silky shepherd hats and four Wise Men who looked like a musketeer, a Greek warrior, and a couple of cross-dressers) with all my children under my roof again.

Merry Christmas, all, especially my sisters in Fiji and Brazil, and to all a good night!

Playing High and Dry with Sourdough

Lately I've been playing with dough. It's become a sort of a compulsion. Maybe because I'm tired of driving all the way to som...