Nothing for months and then two posts in one day? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, you may well ask.

There have been things going on about which I have not wanted to write. And in such circumstances my default is always not to write at all. I am very good in my living life at pretending that things I wish weren’t happening simply aren’t (this is how I’ve lived for a year and a half with a big hole in my living room ceiling and two or maybe three years now with a jagged hole where my basement door used to be. Living in a pre-Confederation house is fun! The holes are part of the decor! La la la, nothing to see here! Straighten the throw pillows and invite House Beautiful over!), but I am terrible at keeping stuff out of my writing. If I’m thinking about it, before long I’m writing about it, and I don’t know if you know this, but the Internet is not great at discretion.

So…cryptic, I know. And everything’s fine. And that’s all I’ll say about that for the moment.

I am writing, which is good. Every day, seven hundred and fifty words. And I think I’m going to do this, and I haven’t decided if that means an additional eight hundred words a day or what. I just found out about it today and yoga didn’t happen today, which means it’ll need to happen all the other days this week. No problem.

I applied for funding from whatever it is they call the body that replaced the Nova Scotia Arts Council. I wrote my application while on a giant road trip across the continent. And since I sent it, I’ve been thinking of all the things I SHOULD have said in the application. So we’ll see how that goes. Anyhow, I think it would be good to finish Fallsy Downsies by the end of 2011, and it seems the best approach is to get myself some time.

Not  much else to say. For now. But if you know anyone who fixes holes in ceilings and where basement doors used to be, you know, send them over.