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TAPESTRY
Nina Bell Mysteries #1
Nina’s boyfriend tries to rob her of the $10K she’s delivering to her boss. When her boss winds up dead, Nina has to deal with love, lust, theatre, rock ‘n roll – and murder before the killer decides she’s expendable.

Digital edition $4.99
Print edition $13.99
#NinaBellMysteries #Tapestry #DevonEllington #Mystery #Retro #Love #Lust #Theatre #RockNRoll #Murder #ChickLit #NYC

UBL: https://books2read.com/u/mdEXwX

Nina Bell website: https://ninabellmysteries.devonellingtonwork.com

Wed. May 13, 2026: Steady Work Rhythm

Wednesday, May 13, 2026

Waning Moon

Pluto Retrograde

Rainy and cool

Happy mid-week! I hope yours is going well.

Yesterday, I did some housework/hauled out the garbage, dealt with some admin. My mood improved, mostly because the cats were being hilarious.

I buckled down and worked on the ghostwriting, polishing the 20K assignment and getting it out just before lunch.

After lunch, I did some more admin work, and then went back to BETTING MAN. I did about 1700 words, finishing chapter fourteen and starting chapter fifteen. I then started layering in some insert scenes to an earlier chapter where I had to smooth out a logic loophole and add a red herring that would affect things moving forward.

I prefer to work in full drafts, but my outline for this book wasn’t as tight as it should be, plus I changed direction with one arc that will affect the next several books, so I need to fix things in this draft in order to build on them. There are also things from STAGE FALL, the next book, that I have to seed in here, and I need to look at what I wrote on that (years ago, a lot will be changed) that needs to be seeded.

It’s not a particularly interesting day to read about, but it was a solid workday. Steady, got good work done, not stressful.

There’s some exciting news on the local theatre front. Molly Merrihew, who was the Managing Director of WAM, is now Executive Director of Shakespeare & Co. That’s a great opportunity for her, and they are lucky to have her. I really enjoyed working with her at WAM, and I look forward to staying in touch and cheering her on at Shakespeare & Co. Erin Patrick, who was the General Manager at WAM, moves into the Managing Director position – right before she goes on maternity leave! So that will make for an interesting summer, just as WAM’s season gets under way. But we’ll all pitch in however is needed.

By then, it was time to get ready for yoga. I got changed and walked up to the studio. It was a little cool, but still a lovely walk, with clear blue skies and things in bloom.

Class was terrific. Joey the service dog joined us again, which is always a treat. Walked home, heated up some leftovers for dinner, and read in the evening.

Slept reasonably well, although at 2:30, Charlotte decided the only possible place she could perch was on my rib cage. We negotiated, and I managed to get back to sleep until Tessa got me out of bed around 5:30, the usual time.

The morning routine was fine. I figured out the next section of BETTING MAN, that I will work on today, before switching back over to the ghostwriting this afternoon. Also this afternoon, I go down to Savvy Hive to pick up the first CSA box of the season! It’s supposed to rain all day, so I will probably drive, and maybe do some of the errands I would have done tomorrow. Since I’m going to be at the Clark event (at Shakespeare & Co., no less) from mid-afternoon to early evening with a friend tomorrow, I want to take some of tomorrow’s tasks off that plate and put them on today’s plate instead.

Have a great day!

TAPESTRY
Nina Bell Mysteries #1
Nina’s boyfriend tries to rob her of the $10K she’s delivering to her boss. When her boss winds up dead, Nina has to deal with love, lust, theatre, rock ‘n roll – and murder before the killer decides she’s expendable.

Digital edition $4.99
Print edition $13.99
#NinaBellMysteries #Tapestry #DevonEllington #Mystery #Retro #Love #Lust #Theatre #RockNRoll #Murder #ChickLit #NYC

UBL: https://books2read.com/u/mdEXwX

Nina Bell website: https://ninabellmysteries.devonellingtonwork.com

TAPESTRY
Nina Bell Mysteries #1
Nina’s boyfriend tries to rob her of the $10K she’s delivering to her boss. When her boss winds up dead, Nina has to deal with love, lust, theatre, rock ‘n roll – and murder before the killer decides she’s expendable.

Digital edition $4.99
Print edition $13.99
#NinaBellMysteries #Tapestry #DevonEllington #Mystery #Retro #Love #Lust #Theatre #RockNRoll #Murder #ChickLit #NYC

UBL: https://books2read.com/u/mdEXwX

Nina Bell website: https://ninabellmysteries.devonellingtonwork.com

TAPESTRY
Nina Bell Mysteries #1
Nina’s boyfriend tries to rob her of the $10K she’s delivering to her boss. When her boss winds up dead, Nina has to deal with love, lust, theatre, rock ‘n roll – and murder before the killer decides she’s expendable.

Digital edition $4.99
Print edition $13.99
#NinaBellMysteries #Tapestry #DevonEllington #Mystery #Retro #Love #Lust #Theatre #RockNRoll #Murder #ChickLit #NYC

UBL: https://books2read.com/u/mdEXwX

Nina Bell website: https://ninabellmysteries.devonellingtonwork.com

TAPESTRY
Nina Bell Mysteries #1
Nina’s boyfriend tries to rob her of the $10K she’s delivering to her boss. When her boss winds up dead, Nina has to deal with love, lust, theatre, rock ‘n roll – and murder before the killer decides she’s expendable.

Digital edition $4.99
Print edition $13.99
#NinaBellMysteries #Tapestry #DevonEllington #Mystery #Retro #Love #Lust #Theatre #RockNRoll #Murder #ChickLit #NYC

UBL: https://books2read.com/u/mdEXwX

Nina Bell website: https://ninabellmysteries.devonellingtonwork.com

TAPESTRY
Nina Bell Mysteries #1
Nina’s boyfriend tries to rob her of the $10K she’s delivering to her boss. When her boss winds up dead, Nina has to deal with love, lust, theatre, rock ‘n roll – and murder before the killer decides she’s expendable.

Digital edition $4.99
Print edition $13.99
#NinaBellMysteries #Tapestry #DevonEllington #Mystery #Retro #Love #Lust #Theatre #RockNRoll #Murder #ChickLit #NYC

UBL: https://books2read.com/u/mdEXwX

Nina Bell website: https://ninabellmysteries.devonellingtonwork.com

TAPESTRY
Nina Bell Mysteries #1
Nina’s boyfriend tries to rob her of the $10K she’s delivering to her boss. When her boss winds up dead, Nina has to deal with love, lust, theatre, rock ‘n roll – and murder before the killer decides she’s expendable.

Digital edition $4.99
Print edition $13.99
#NinaBellMysteries #Tapestry #DevonEllington #Mystery #Retro #Love #Lust #Theatre #RockNRoll #Murder #ChickLit #NYC

UBL: https://books2read.com/u/mdEXwX

Nina Bell website: https://ninabellmysteries.devonellingtonwork.com

Tues. Feb. 10, 2026: Release Day for THE VICIOUS CRITIC

Tuesday, February 10, 2026

Waning Moon

Jupiter Retrograde

Partly cloudy and a little warmer; incoming snow

Welcome to another week.

Today is the release day for THE VICIOUS CRITIC, the third Nina Bell mystery. The bulk of the story takes place in 1997 backstage at an off-Broadway theatre loosely resembling the Orpheum Theatre in the East Village (where I worked a show, back in the day). You can find out all about it here.

You can read the Community Tarot Reading for the Week here, using The Enchanted Tarot. It has some interesting warnings to take to heart.

Friday was more all over the place than I would have liked. I decided to have the grocery order delivered via Instacart, so I had to set that up, then place the order. I tried to keep it as simple as possible, to make things easy for all of us. I put in the order at 9. The shopper put it together at noon (there was only one thing she couldn’t find) and I had it by 1:30. There were fees and tips and all the rest, but it wasn’t as bad as I feared, price-wise (and yes, I tip generously). It was a much smoother experience than the one time I tried Instacart out on Cape, which was such a disaster I never wanted to use it again. This was fine, for most intents and purposes.

I was the problem. I hated not picking my own items there in the store. I am one of those weird people who loves grocery stores and, when I travel, I’ll visit a grocery store before a tourist attraction. I love grocery shopping. I love wandering the aisles, knowing what I need, but also open to inspiration. So while I’m grateful I was able to put in a reasonable order and get delivery, rather than having to hump it down the street and over snowbanks for a mile and a half roundtrip, one of my favorite times of the week was denied. Not to mention that I couldn’t chat with the fishmonger, the butcher, and the various people I run into at the store. I mean, as an introvert, that wasn’t as much of a big deal as the rest of it, but it’s still regular interaction in the community that’s enjoyable.

I did one short errand on foot, which was fine, in spite of slippery sidewalks. I squeezed it in after I put in the grocery order and before the shopping began.

I also found it stressful to have to be available during the shopping, in case something needed to be adjusted. Although I appreciate the shopper checking with me via text. The shopper on Cape ignored the “no substitution” caveat and just threw random whatnots into the cart, so I wound up with a bunch of overpriced stuff I hated.

Needless to say, not a whole lot of worthwhile writing was done.

I managed to make a chocolate mousse, though.

An acquaintance suggested Walmart grocery and delivery, saying the prices were much cheaper than Big Y (my normal store). I try not to shop at Walmart, for obvious reasons, unless I can’t source something somewhere else. When I’ve had to shop there, I’ve looked at food prices in passing (since I was in the building), and I find the prices overall higher than Big Y. The delivery fee was also $8 more than Instacart’s. I was much happier shopping at my chosen store for all the reasons, both financial and ethical.

The video That Thing posted, AI slop depicting the Obamas as apes, is beyond revolting. And again, zero consequences. Rape children, nothing. Murder people, nothing. Dehumanize, nothing. And Schumer’s already selling us out.

Get rid of all of them. We can’t wait until the midterms, which are already being threatened. Congress needs to do its damn job.

I managed to get myself together in the evening. I first headed out to Gallery 51, where Junli Song’s new installation, The Garden of Memory, opened. Junli was one of the A4A cohort members when I was an advisor last year. The installation is gorgeous. I want to go back and spend time there. Openings and closings are always hard environments to really absorb the work.

I said hello to a few people, congratulated Junli on the show, and then trotted over to Future Labs, where the show I was in had its closing night. I chatted with some people, and was pleased (and pleasantly surprised) when several people, unprompted, told me how much they liked the piece and the poem. I retrieved both after a bit, and headed back home.

My hip was giving me a lot of trouble by the time I got home. I unwrapped and finally gave in and took some Motrin.

We were told we’d get “a trace” of snow on Saturday, but two inches had fallen by the time I got up, still coming down. And it was very, very cold. After breakfast, I wrapped up again and trundled down to Cumberland Farms at the end of the street to pick up a couple of things not included in the grocery order.

I re-read an older piece in the morning that I need to get finished and out the door. The afternoon and evening was spent reading books for review, and then writing the reviews.

I did not want to get up on Sunday, but I did. It was still bitterly, bitterly cold, although it was sunny. More reading for reviews, and writing the reviews. Monday morning, I sent off the last of this batch and the invoice.

I also did the Community Tarot Reading for the Week. And we watched some of the Winter Olympics throughout the weekend. I prefer the Winter Olympics to the Summer Olympics, and my mom loves the skating. I’m glad the athletes are speaking out. And, of course, the politicians grifting on our dime to go and see the games are an embarrassment.

I also appreciate how much the US skating team really likes each other. Because of their skills, one tends to forget how young most of them are. But they are showing more personality than many other years, more individualism. I’m hoping that’s a sign of a healthier athlete-coach relationship, too, in many cases, than we’ve seen in the past. I admired the way Alysa Liu shut down a fawning reporter remarking on the relationship between the skaters. She said something along the lines of being uncomfortable for being praised for friendship, and I’m glad she called out an interviewer. So many of the interviewers try to stir the pot and cause trouble.

I read the print proof of THE VICIOUS CRITIC and signed off on it. It will be available on the same day as the digital version (today), so I’m glad I managed to get that organized properly.

I kept an eye on the Superbowl scores, although I’m not a football person. I used to, however, throw excellent Superbowl parties. Because I’m based in MA, I’m supposed to root for the Patriots. However, since they are owned by a man who supports That Thing, I do not. (Yes, I have in the past, but stopped as of 2016). Instead, I wanted the Seahawks to win, since they are owned by a woman who does not support That Thing. The year I lived in Seattle,  Seahawks players used to come into the bar where our theatre hung out, and they were unrelenting assholes all the time, but that was in the 80’s. Sunday was probably the first time I ever rooted for them in my life.

Brandi Carlisle and Green Day were, of course, excellent. Green Day is one of the most consistent bands out there, both musically and in being who they are and what they stand for. They received some criticism for not striking hard enough. Boo, every song they played was from AMERICAN IDIOT. They’ve released seven albums since. They know what they’re doing, and what they’re saying. Bad Bunny’s halftime show was outstanding. The storytelling and symbolism was superb, and the production values were also strong. I also felt it built very well on what Kendrick Lamar did last year. I found the build and the dynamic between those two shows, a year apart, very interesting. So often, halftime is a self-contained concert. There are many good in-depth analyses of the piece (and plenty of foaming at the mouth rants from the cult), so I won’t repeat what’s already been said well about it. I was impressed by the layers and the clarity. It was a very sharp piece. The storytelling aspect was the best for me. The level of loving detail and history and meaning in every single part of the piece was terrific.

I didn’t need to be fluent in Spanish to understand it. I listen to music with lyrics in many different languages – French, German, Italian, Spanish, Gaelic, various Nordic languages (I have a whole collection of Nordic rock), Japanese, Vietnamese, Korean. I don’t need to internally translate every word to understand the songs. I mean, come on, opera lovers have sat and listened to stories sung in other languages for years, even before the translated subtitles. Musical storytelling includes language, but that is only one element.

We’ve grown so used to short snippets of things that we forget the power of music to tell stories. Concept albums, of course, but even regular albums often tell a story. Since people tend to stream single songs, so much of that sense of musical storytelling over the span of an album has been lost.

And people wonder why I still use CDs and listen to them all the way through. For the album-wide story.

Good musicals in the theatre do this, but musicians’ albums do it, too, in a slightly different way.

Did the rounds to post the Intent for the Week and the Tarot. Was amused by who actually got the symbolism of yesterday’s picture on the intent post. Yes, friends, the cracks were about more than weather.

I logged on for the ZOOM call for the Feminist Writing Community, but was never brought into the meeting. I waited for a few minutes, and went back to work on my own. Next Monday is President’s Day, so there’s no meeting. But there should have been on today. Whatever. I am fully capable of working on my own.

A company reached out to me about a steady marketing scriptwriting job. The money looked low to me. I read further – they expected me to write at least 50 scripts a week. I don’t know what drugs they’re on, but that’s not how successful marketing scripts are done. Next.

Thoroughly enjoyed the performers dressed as grass for the halftime show posting photos. “I was number 147!” “I was #84.” Again, the joy is infectious.

I did the marketing but got caught up in bunch of admin work, which annoyed me and took longer than I hoped. Got some ghostwriting done in the afternoon, including detailed research.

Re-read the opening chapters of an idea I started playing with a few months back. Loved it and couldn’t wait to read what came next, but it’s not written yet. I hope I made notes. Read the opening of another piece that’s also strong. I know I have notes on that one. I have to figure out how/where to slot them in.

Annoyed that the client I invoiced didn’t pay me. Which is unfair, but the previous owner of this business paid me within an hour of receiving the invoice. The new owner is usually pretty good about it, but not as fast. It’s frustrating when they ask us on to take on more work for the next few weeks with an outstanding invoice still out. I’m not taking on anymore work until I’m paid for what I turned in. I need to give the ghostwriting client a little push, too.

We have another storm coming in, starting mid-afternoon, snow, and it’s supposed to snow, off and on, through Thursday. I have to go pick up one of my mom’s prescriptions (on foot) and then run another errand. I will do it right after breakfast, to make sure I’m back well before the storm comes in. I have my pre-storm headache, so I think it’s coming in faster than they predict.

I tried to arrange for the prescription to be delivered, which the pharmacy claims they do, but the amount of hoops to jump through and the inappropriate questions involved — no. I am going to tromp down there my own damn self.

I’m not going to yoga this evening, not in this weather. I am, however, after breakfast and before I tromp out into the weather, tossing some ingredients into the crockpot to try another recipe. Once I get back from my errands, I need to settle down, focus, and get things done. Yesterday was basically a lost day, and I can’t afford those.

I hope you enjoy THE VICIOUS CRITIC, and have a great week!

TAPESTRY
Nina Bell Mysteries #1
Nina’s boyfriend tries to rob her of the $10K she’s delivering to her boss. When her boss winds up dead, Nina has to deal with love, lust, theatre, rock ‘n roll – and murder before the killer decides she’s expendable.

Digital edition $4.99
Print edition $13.99
#NinaBellMysteries #Tapestry #DevonEllington #Mystery #Retro #Love #Lust #Theatre #RockNRoll #Murder #ChickLit #NYC

UBL: https://books2read.com/u/mdEXwX

Nina Bell website: https://ninabellmysteries.devonellingtonwork.com

TAPESTRY
Nina Bell Mysteries #1
Nina’s boyfriend tries to rob her of the $10K she’s delivering to her boss. When her boss winds up dead, Nina has to deal with love, lust, theatre, rock ‘n roll – and murder before the killer decides she’s expendable.

Digital edition $4.99
Print edition $13.99
#NinaBellMysteries #Tapestry #DevonEllington #Mystery #Retro #Love #Lust #Theatre #RockNRoll #Murder #ChickLit #NYC

UBL: https://books2read.com/u/mdEXwX

Fri. Jan. 16, 2026: The End of Another Week

Friday, January 16, 2026

Day Before Dark Moon

Uranus and Jupiter Retrograde

High winds, cloudy, cold

The end of another week. The weeks both fly by and so much happens, each feels like multiple months.

I wound up missing meditation yesterday. I’d had an inkling, earlier in the morning, that it would be a good idea to skip it, dismissed the intuition, but then got distracted and did. I’m sure it was the right outcome. Charlotte slept right through and didn’t notice.

I finished the VICIOUS galleys. Yowza, my editor caught a good logistical hole. Fixed that, and some inconsistencies the copyeditor caught. We think we’ve sorted the formatting issues. One final proof, and hopefully we can sign off on the digital, and then get the print proofs.

Got so caught up that I was late to #FreelanceFriends, but got there eventually.

Bea is getting very chatty, and knocked my phone out of my hand when I tried to check messages at a time she asked for attention. She knows how to stand up for herself.

Updated my Fearless Ink site to replace all references to “content” with “copy.” I am not “creating content”  or “managing content.” That has come to mean they want to hire one freelancer to do 12 jobs underpaying what one should cost. I write copy. I tell stories. I added in rates for script coverage. Since I’m not going through a coverage agency, I can set my own rates. And they ain’t cheap.

I need to figure out what I want to do with the Ink-Dipped Advice blog. Possibly go down to once a month, in the middle of the month. I basically abandoned it last year.

I had a good, solid session on the next ghostwriting assignment, and read the next book for review, so I can review it today. I’ll read the next book tonight, and then invoice the batch.

Today, I’m headed out for errands: grocery, library, and a couple of other things. Maybe mail a few cards at the post office. Then, writing and ghostwriting (my deadline for the next project is next Wednesday). And doing the final proof on VICIOUS. And riding my elected officials.

Schumer, Jeffries, and even Cory Booker are all useless. Yeah, train murdering goons to be better at murdering, there’s a plan. No, guys, you defund the murder squads.

On the weekend’s agenda: I’m hoping for a quiet day tomorrow, just reading, writing, and some housework. Sunday afternoon, I back up a friend who’s doing tarot readings at the gallery.

I want to keep the weekend simple. I need some downtime.

#bookReview #books #fiction #freelance #FreelanceFriends #NinaBellMysteries #reading #writing

Thurs. Jan. 15, 2026: Feeling Heavy in Spite of a Simple Day

Thursday, January 15, 2026

Waning Moon

Uranus & Jupiter Retrograde

Rainy and raw

You can read the latest on the garden over on Gratitude and Growth.

Yesterday was a solid, quiet workday. I got the laundry folded and put away. I took down the stair lights. I did some other tidying up. I contacted my elected officials, on state and federal levels. I’ve contacted my federal officials daily, but I needed to ask my state officials to vote “no” on an upcoming bill. I worked on the ghostwriting. I did 124 pages of the proofs of VICIOUS CRITIC. There are some formatting issues that I hope can be resolved. I may have to rekey a few things. I’ll get back to that today, and, hopefully, finish this round, and we can see where we are.

I’m much happier with VICIOUS now that I’ve had some time away from it. I’m sure I’ll be sick of it again after all the proofs and tweaks, but at the moment, I like the way it’s shaped up. It stands well where it is, and is very much a love letter to working off-Broadway at that time, and also sets some good foundations for series arcs.

I haven’t had the heart to do the marketing rounds, but I need to get back to that.

Leftovers for dinner, which were very good. In the evening, I read THE SECRET CHRISTMAS LIBRARY by Jenny Colgan, which was sweet, and played with the cats.

I managed to sleep until 4:30 this morning, with strange dreams, but didn’t get up until 6. Morning routine was good. I have the online meditation group later this morning (Charlotte will be thrilled), and then the #FreelanceFriends chat at noon my time. I’ll do the daily rounds of elected officials. My House Rep’s contact portals are still all down. I’m sure it’s deliberate. I hope someone primaries him this year, because I don’t want to vote for him. I want someone who will actually listen and fight. I have to file paperwork with the Attorney General’s office about a scammer who’s been harassing me since early December. I sent a cease & desist letter by certified mail, and that’s been ignored, so I’m letting the AG’s office handle it from here. I’m not sure if I can block this bozo now, or need to keep all the contact attempts as evidence. The AG’s office will let me know.

The bulk of the day will be the proofs and the ghostwriting, and hopefully one of the books for review. They’ve started new protocols on all of it, and it’s a PITA.

I’m feeling tired and heavy today. But we just keep on keeping on, you know? Have a good one.

#books #freelance #FreelanceFriends #life #mentalHealth #NinaBellMysteries #reading #writing

TAPESTRY
Nina Bell Mysteries #1
Nina’s boyfriend tries to rob her of the $10K she’s delivering to her boss. When her boss winds up dead, Nina has to deal with love, lust, theatre, rock ‘n roll – and murder before the killer decides she’s expendable.

Digital edition $4.99
Print edition $13.99
#NinaBellMysteries #Tapestry #DevonEllington #Mystery #Retro #Love #Lust #Theatre #RockNRoll #Murder #ChickLit #NYC

UBL: https://books2read.com/u/mdEXwX

Nina Bell website: https://ninabellmysteries.devonellingtonwork.com

TAPESTRY
Nina Bell Mysteries #1
Nina’s boyfriend tries to rob her of the $10K she’s delivering to her boss. When her boss winds up dead, Nina has to deal with love, lust, theatre, rock ‘n roll – and murder before the killer decides she’s expendable.

Digital edition $4.99
Print edition $13.99
#NinaBellMysteries #Tapestry #DevonEllington #Mystery #Retro #Love #Lust #Theatre #RockNRoll #Murder #ChickLit #NYC

UBL: https://books2read.com/u/mdEXwX

Nina Bell website: https://ninabellmysteries.devonellingtonwork.com

In That Liminal Soace: https://devonellington.wordpress.com/2025/12/30/tues-dec-30-2025-in-that-liminal-space/
#Writing #WritingCommunity #Freelance #Art #NinaBellMysteries

Tues. Dec. 30, 2025: In That Liminal Space

Tuesday, December 30, 2025

Waxing Moon

Chiron, Uranus, Jupiter Retrograde

Cloudy and very cold

Welcome to a new week and, in a couple of days, a new year!

The Community Tarot Reading for the Week is up here. It’s our last week using the Yuletide Tarot. Next week, we switch decks.

If you haven’t had a chance to look over the 2026 questions on the Goals, Dreams, and Resolutions site, you can do so here.

Over the past few weeks, I decided on a title for Nina Bell #6, which will be a collection of novellas covering a specific span of time. None of what happens in that span is enough to sustain an entire book, but it’s all important for her character arc (and those of some other core characters). So I decided to do five shorter pieces, ending in one that will be longer and  somewhat disturbing, but is an important catalyst for future arcs. The title is MURDEROUS INTERLUDES, at least at the moment, and the cover designer showed me some roughs.

Nina #3 is VICIOUS CRITIC, Nina #4 is BUT IS SHE A BETTING MAN? (set in Saratoga Springs, during racing season), and Nina #5 is STAGE FALL, set off-Broadway that following fall. MURDEROUS INTERLUDES takes us through that next holiday season into the spring.

That will keep me busy for the foreseeable future!

I mean, if the sales don’t sustain, that changes everything, but sales for the first two books continue to grow. I can’t retire on them or anything, but right now they are sustainable. I hope that VICIOUS CRITIC will build on that, so I can keep writing this series. The Topic Workbooks are holding steady, and I’ll know how the holiday shorts did by early February. The last couple of months, when I’ve been consistent in the marketing, I’ve noticed the difference.

Consistency, be it in the writing or the marketing, is key. I mean, I know that, but I dropped the ball on a few things the last years, for many different reasons (like illness and moving and life chaos and elder care). I need to get back on track in a way that is sustainable balanced with other freelance work and energy levels.

I find that consistency in the morning yoga, meditation, and early morning writing practices help a lot in the actual workday. There are definitely days I consider skipping one or more elements of that, but I’m always glad when I don’t.

I will also explore some other marketing possibilities this coming year, and additional distribution outlets. I’m developing my own marketing style, that has very little to do with what the “experts” claim works. It takes longer, because it’s gentler and more personal, but I think it works better for what I do in the long run.

Someone whose posts I often enjoyed on Instagram boasted about asking ChatGPT to “read her astrological chart” so I unfollowed. Nope. Don’t pretend that AI/ChatGPT has a spiritual connection or ethical spiritual usage. It’s theft and harm on multiple levels. Don’t pretend you care about consent, art, spirituality, or the environment if you use it.  I will unfollow, block if necessary, disengage. I’ve distanced myself from several people I know in real life who use it, and will continue to do so.

Got out of the house and to the grocery store. Did a small shop, but still spent more than I hoped (just like everyone else dealing with grocery prices). My fishmonger refused to sell me trout on Friday, saying it wasn’t fresh enough anymore, and she was about to pull it from the case. I got flounder instead, and she promised to have a nice cut of salmon for me on New Year’s Eve, when I’ll pick up the salmon we need for that night’s meal.

As I said last week, always make friends with your fishmonger!

We don’t need much until the big meals around New Year’s – we’ll be eating leftovers in the liminal week. I got duck breast for the Day. There weren’t any whole ducks (and I doubt they’d have been in my budget if there had been – I lucked out last year to find one on deep discount). We won’t have a lot of leftovers with this (we might not have any), but it will still be “duck on the Day” which is a tradition I like, when I can pull it off. This duck breast was at the top of my budget for the meal, but still within it, and was the last thing I need for the Day’s meal, except maybe another orange for the sauce, so we’re all good.

I was kind of shocked that they were selling a bony goose carcass for $107, post-Christmas. Um?

I know goose is more expensive than other poultry, but that seems rather. . .absurd.

Besides, the Coq au Vin was delightful and we have leftovers. So many leftovers, some went into the freezer.

On a whim, on the way home, I stopped at a thrift store I regularly visit. There was a silver-looking teapot with a gorgeous, ornate fruit top, for less than $3. Handling it, I think it’s more likely to be pewter than silver, but it’s pretty. I also a good quality 10” pan with a lid in perfect shape (for less than $5) to replace a pan of ours that has lived its life and needs to retire. The tired pan was bought around 2000, I think, at Lechter’s or something. It’s done its job. We have an older 10” pan, copper-bottomed, from the 1960’s that’s still in great shape (when they made things to last) and we use all the time, but we often need two pans of that size going at once.

Would I love to live in a place big enough for a six-burner stove? Why, yes, I would, but I manage with four. A double oven would also make my life easier, but we make do.

I couldn’t stand the thought of boxed mac and cheese (even the organic ones I sometimes buy for lunch options), so I found an easy sauce recipe, cut it in half, and made myself simplified mac and cheese for lunch, by cooking some elbow pasta, making a small portion of the sauce, and tossing in some pancetta. I will make a big pan of Moosewood mac and cheese at some point in January, but that was too much for me to do for lunch. This recipe was okay, but not brilliant. If I make it again, I will tweak it with some herbs and spices. It was still better than boxed, though.

I have no memory of what I did after lunch. Puttered, maybe? Read a little? Played with cats? Caught up on Instagram with friends? Not a darned clue. I remember, at one point, Tessa was in one wingback chair sleeping, my mom was in her chair reading, I was on the sofa reading, with Charlotte on my lap and Bea on the back of the sofa. The only one missing was Willa, who was asleep on my mother’s bed.

I was glad to get things done early, since the storm warnings intensified to the point where shops and restaurants started closing in the afternoon, to make sure their people could get home. Which is a great choice.

I made the parsnip and pear puree from SILVER PALATE GOOD TIMES Cookbook. I was both intrigued and worried about it. I like parsnips, I like pears, but how could they possibly come together? It was either going to be good or awful.

There was peeling and chopping involved, of course. The parsnips cooked in one pot, while I simmered the pears in butter and brandy in another. Once I drained the cooked parsnips, they went back in the pan with the pear mush (it had cooked down to mush) and added salt, pepper, and allspice. It cooled a bit while I steamed the peas and breaded the flounder to cook.

While the flounder was doing its thing (in the new pan, which works very well), I put the parsnip and pear mixture into the food processor with sour cream, processed it, and then returned it to the pan to warm through.

Throughout the whole process, I could not figure out what it would taste like. Even tasting bits as it cooked, I couldn’t prepare my brain for what my mouth would experience.

Fortunately, it’s good. Strange, but good. The fish was a little delicate with it. I think it needs something more robust. The bison would have been a good pairing with it. We have a lot left over, and I wonder what it will taste like cold (it could be used as a spread). I could imagine it on a toasted roll with cold, sliced leftover bison. Only we ate all the bison. But the butcher carries it regularly, and the price isn’t bad, relatively, in relation to a lot of other stuff. It’s certainly at a better price than the goose! So we will see.

I bought a different brand of flavored bread crumb, and regretted it. The flavoring was off, and the consistency of the crumbs was like gravel. That’ll teach me. I’ll go back to my preferred brand when I use these up. Until then, I will have to toss them in the food processor with some fresh herbs whenever I want to use them. So that I can use them up, because I can’t justify just tossing them.

I started reading THE MOTHER TONGUE by Bill Bryson in the evening, about the evolution of the English language. It’s very interesting, and made me realize how much I didn’t know.  It’s a little too dry for me right now, so I switched over to WORDHORD by Hanna Videen, which is very lively. And she has an Instagram account, which is fun. Speaking of IG, if you’re not following Medievalist Matt, I highly recommend that account. I learn a lot, and it’s also hilarious. It was snowing quite hard by the time I went to bed, and very pretty.

Slept okay. Woke up around 1 AM after a disturbing dream (sigh, February will be a challenge), because my bad hip hurt. Rolled it out on a tennis ball, the way my acupuncturist taught me way back when, until it stopped grumbling and I could sleep again.

Up at the usual time. Morning routine. Quite a bit of snow, everything muffled and quiet, which was a lovely way to spend morning yoga and meditation. By the time I wrote, the plows were out.

I put in a Chewy order for both wet and dry food. Those little monsters eat a lot, especially in winter. We are still okay for a couple of weeks, but I prefer to have the food here, ready to go, especially with storms coming through regularly. The delivery last week was for the special wet food Willa and Bea get on Sundays.

I did the backing, filling, and quilting on “Vast.” I’m still worried it looks like a giant potholder, and considered pulling it from the show. But I worked the text portion of the piece, and (for once) I’m happy with a poem I wrote. I worked it enough in my head over the weeks, forming it as I formed the textile piece, that the text is where I want it, even if I am unsure about the textile. And  hey, with over forty artists in the show, my little piece won’t be noticed!

It’s more abstract that I originally envisioned, but the text supports the changes. I considered adding embellishments to hide the flaws, but I think the simpler I keep it, the better. It won’t be for sale. The whole reason I’m part of the gallery this year is to push myself to experiment, and put those experiments out there.

I found a pattern for inseam pockets that I downloaded and printed out. I usually don’t use PDF patterns, it’s too much of a pain to print them properly. But a pocket is small enough to print, even a decent-sized pocket. And anything I sew in the future with side seams will get an inseam pocket, if at all possible.

The sewing machine was giving me fits. I need to find a place to get it serviced. I’m planning far too much sewing in the coming months to have to deal with what’s going on with it. And yes, it’s not the right machine to use for heavy, quilting work. It’s meant for clothing, even though it’s called a “huskystar.” I’ll ask the Studios where they get their machines serviced, and maybe over at SavvyHive, since they are now doing mending and alterations. I don’t mind hiking over to Bennington or Pittsfield, but I don’t want to go all the way over to Troy or Albany.

The psychological distance to Albany is much greater than the actual, physical distance. Once I have my new tires, I’ll probably feel more comfortable with longer drives.

I got some reading done later in the day, and dealt with some extended family stuff around an unsolved murder from nearly 40 years ago. I found some articles and some information I’d suspected, but didn’t know, and that a family member has tried to get the case some attention in the last few years. The whole situation just makes me so sad.

I dug the back of the car out and set down some sand. I left the snow on the windows and roof to protect the car.

Heated up some Coq Au Vin leftovers, which were really good, and read more at night. Because, you know, this time of year is for reading. (In this house, every time of year is for reading).

Slept reasonably well, although I woke up at 2 AM after a disturbing dream that makes me want to skip March (the dream for that night is tied to March). I fell back asleep, and then didn’t want to get up when Tessa woke me a few hours later. I did, however, have a breakthrough in “Body Games” that fixes where I got stuck. It was as though I had to finish “Vast” before I could breakthrough in “Body Games” (the historical mystery).

I finally got up, did the morning routine, did the Community Tarot Reading for the Week. As I was sorting through files in preparation to get back to “Body Games” I came across a garbled early draft of STAGE FALL. It’s garbled not just because it’s a first draft, but because it was from a different type of file and didn’t properly convert.

STAGE FALL was originally going to be the second Nina Bell mystery. It’s now the fifth, which means a lot has to change as far as arcs that have been established and growing in the interim. The bones of it are there. The show against which it is set was, again, at a theatre inspired by the Orpheum, as was the theatre in VICIOUS. I have to decide if I want to keep it there, or move it to someplace inspired by the Variety Arts, or a different theatre than the one in VICIOUS. It would make sense to work a different show at the same theatre, but maybe I should move it to a different theatre. I do, however, have to plant something in BETTING that I can pull through in STAGE FALL and beyond, or it won’t make sense. I want Nina to start working as a swing dresser on Broadway after the summer theatre/Edinburgh books after MURDEROUS INTERLUDES, so it makes sense to have STAGE FALL be at a different theatre than VICIOUS, still off-Broadway, to give a richer sense of the different theatres.

Finished “Body Games” and several revision/editing passes. It’s finally where I want it. I was just about ready to give up on it.

Stitched and attached the hanging loop and ribbon for “Vast.” Fixed the last two lines of the text portion, printed it out (in Calibri), and put that aside, ready to go. The Chewy order arrived, which was unexpected, so quickly. Cats should have full bellies until the end of February.

Read a bit, heated up the pork leftovers, which were very good. Heated up some parsnip-and-pear puree, and I was right, it’s better with a denser protein for balance.

A friend gave us a box of rose and violet creams. There are a set of rose creams, and a set of violet creams. These are to eat, encased in chocolate, not cream like you put on your body. They’re beautifully wrapped in rose and violet foils, too. It’s such an interesting sensation to taste something one is used to smelling. Smell and taste are closely connected. Often, when I smell a rose, there’s also a hint of a taste. Eating a rose cream, the taste hits first, and much more of it, and then there’s a hint of scent. And the taste of the violet is much stronger than the scent, unless you have a big bunch of them. They’re really good, but very different from a typical edible treat.

Between the floral cream candies and the parsnip-and-pear, it’s been a very sensory holiday, which is lovely.

Slept well, although I woke up around 3:30 from a nice dream about cooking and cookware. So I guess April is all about cooking.

I finally got up, a little after 5, much to Tessa’s glee. I had the whole morning routine done by just past 7 AM, and was at my desk. I figured out some layering I want to do in a scene of “Body Games” before I sent it off.

It was bucketing down with rain, so I decided to wait until late morning to do my errands, which were only a library run and dropping “Vast” off at the gallery.

I did some tweaks, tightening, and layering on “Body Games” and a proofreading pass, and off it went. I doubt there’s much set in this time period (I don’t think I’ve ever read a mystery set during the era, although I’ve heard of CHOCOLATE HOUSE TREASON). I hope the balance of period detail without overexplaining, character arcs, and mystery is interesting enough for them to want it.

I also got out a play submission.

In this liminal time, I’ve intentionally tried to keep away from That Thing’s putrid existence as much as possible. I’m aware of the escalating issues, but I’m giving myself a necessary break.

By late morning, it was still bucketing down. I suited up, brushed the last of the wet snow off the car’s windshield, and headed out. I did a drop-off/pick up at the library, and also checked out some large print books for my mom, who’d run out. I have a few things in transit, so we’ll see when they come in.

Then, I headed down to the gallery. Much to my delight, my friend Jane was there at the same time for her drop-off, along with a new member we will get to know over the course of the year. We got in, filled out our forms, and lined up our pieces neatly. We are all worried about how this rain would freeze overnight, and it’s supposed to snow, on and off, until New Year’s Day. We may have to skate back for the opening on Friday. The weekend after my workshop, Jane is offering tarot readings, so I offered to be a back-up person and help wrangle querants, so she can focus on the readings. She doesn’t think there will be many people; I do. And if there’s a lull, we can chat and catch up!

Good thing I hadn’t gone out to the laundromat Monday morning – they’re digging up the street in front of it again, which means I couldn’t go this morning, either. I don’t like going into the New Year with dirty laundry, but this year, I will have to get over myself. We have enough clean everythings to start the new year fresh.

Soup for lunch on a dreary day, and a quiet afternoon of ghostwriting, reading, research, working on the GDR questions.

Heated up leftover pasta for dinner. Charlotte was delighted to get some freshly grated pasta.

The first box of books for the contest arrived. Usually, it’s a huge box. This batch is tiny, with only a few novellas. The bulk of the books are digital this year. I will get started on this batch, both print and digital, next week.

The rain had changed over to snow, and it was snowing steadily by the time I went to bed. It was harsh and cold when I woke up this morning. Morning routine was good, especially the writing session. I don’t remember what I dreamed, but I woke up feeling pretty decent and calm, so I hope that sets a good tone for May.

On today’s agenda: write the opening for BETTING MAN, pop it into the end of VICIOUS, and send it off to my editor. Then, I work on the outline for BETTING MAN before I switch over to the ghostwriting, which I will do until I leave for yoga.

At some point, I will also finish the next book for review. I’d like to get that written and out tomorrow.

Have a good one – we are almost at year’s end! Hang in there.

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Fri. Dec. 26, 2025: A Couple of Cozy Days

Friday, December 26, 2025

Waxing Moon

Chiron, Uranus, Jupiter Retrograde

Cloudy and cold

I hope you had a loving, gentle holiday, and I hope you have a fun, restorative weekend planned.

After breakfast on Wednesday, I trundled down to Cumberland Farms at the bottom of the street and got another quart of milk. It was sputtering a few flakes and windy, but nothing major.

Once I got home and unwrapped, I did my marketing for the day. I revised three more chapters of VICIOUS CRITIC. Being so close to the end, it was tempting to push, but I wanted to stay sharp, so I didn’t. Still, it was a good 7K.

I need to figure how to get that pace for the ghostwriting.

I read and played with the cats for a good portion of the day. I kept feeling like I “should” be doing stuff. Some of it is muscle/sense memory, even after all these years, about working shows over the holidays. Some of it is that capitalistic, systemic conditioning that we have to be productive all the time. I’m trying to break myself of some of that, so I keep up a positive work ethic when appropriate and also really take time off when appropriate. It’s less about balance than sanity, and what serves my creative process best.

Hauled myself off the couch in the late afternoon to make the dinner: pork roast, mashed potatoes, red cabbage, green beans with hollandaise sauce. It was yummy. Everything turned out well, and even timed out okay, although my mother wandered into the kitchen, peeled the potatoes, and turned on the stove earlier than I planned. But it all worked out.

And the individual chocolate trifles are good, although quite rich.

After dinner and the dishes, we put on the lights and the candles, put on the tree, put Christmas CDs with songs sung by Rosemary Clooney, Bing Crosby, and Frank Sinatra on, and opened gifts. Everything was so inventive and thoughtful, and we are so grateful. And we have treats to eat for weeks!

Tessa, Charlotte, and Willa had fun with the unwrapping and the ribbon and pouncing on mounds of wrapping paper. Bea fled to the condo. It was too much commotion for her. Last year was Bea’s first indoor Christmas, the tree was in the living room, and sewing room doors were still shut at night, so she didn’t have the full experience. Once we put everything away, she came back down for a cuddle, while we made like Icelanders and read books.

Once my mom went to bed, I did her stocking and put it at her place at the kitchen table.

I slept pretty well, albeit with strange dreams. Much to Tessa’s delight, I was awake without prodding at 5:30 on Christmas Day. I fed everyone (Willa and Bea got the duck and sweet potato that day instead of the usual Sunday). I did the morning yoga, meditation, and writing. Could I have given myself the day off? I did not want to, and I get to do what I want.

We did the stockings (lots of bath and body stuff and more yummy treats). I made scrambled eggs for us to eat with our panettone (a Christmas morning treat).

I went into my office to get a few things done, and Tessa started rummaging (there’s a picture up on Instagram). Sigh. It was funny, but still, she’s Very Busy lately.

I did the revisions on the last couple of chapters of VICIOUS CRITIC, finishing that draft. I put together all the chapters (I work on them in separate files) into one document. Word was awful, changing fonts on me. But I got it into one file, for the final manuscript pass. Chapter 16 had vanished, although I remember revising it a few days ago, and even have the note as to how many words. But it wasn’t anywhere to be found, so I had to redo it and pop it in.

I hate Word. It keeps getting worse and worse. It doesn’t help that my cursor is jumping all over the page, too, instead of, you know, typing in order. Not a fan of Scrivener, either.

But I got everything in the file I want. I worked on the acknowledgement document. I will do another pass this weekend, pop in the author note and the first chapter of BETTING MAN, and get it off to my editor before the end of the year.

I kept thinking yesterday was Sunday instead of Thursday. All turned around.

I did some work on the historical mystery, too. I was about ready to give up on it, but managed to get it back on track.

Then it was time to start the big meal for the Day: Coq Au Vin. The recipe isn’t all that complicated, but the flavors have to be layered specifically, so it needs time and attention. It’s made in the Dutch oven, which is great. And, of course, we had more mashed potatoes!

At one point, I looked up from cooking, and it was snowing like crazy, although not much stuck. So we sort of had a white Christmas.

We ate around 1:30, and enjoyed it. I’ve been making this dish since we moved here, and this time, it came out perfectly. It’s the only time I make it all year, but it’s worth it.

We had the other set of individual trifles for dessert, after we did the dishes and put them away.

I spent the afternoon on the couch with the cats, reading. We had the tree and the lights on (Tessa was delighted), and Christmas music on the CD player. I kept feeling I “should” be doing something, but ignored it.

Slept well, and slept in until after 6. Originally, I planned to haul things to the laundromat, but when I saw it was going to be 5 degrees this morning, nope. Instead, I slept in. Yes, 6 AM is “sleeping in” in this house!

I don’t remember the details of my dreams, just that they were around something-something creative, and I woke up feeling good about it, not disturbed. So I guess January will be creative, which is a good thing.

The dreams over the Twelve Days of Christmas supposedly connect to the coming months. So last night’s dream is January, tonight’s dream is February, tomorrow’s is March, and so forth.

Morning routine went well. I will do a light grocery shop later and run a couple of other errands. I want to get them done early, since we are supposed to get 4 inches of snow between tonight and tomorrow, and then an ice storm coming in on Sunday.

Even there’s not a lot of natural light, I will work on the textile piece today. I think I can finish it, and then polish the text portion over the weekend.

Have a good one!

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Fri. Dec. 19, 2025: Approaching Winter Solstice

Friday, December 19, 2025

New Moon

Chiron, Uranus, Jupiter Retrograde

Rainy and warm

Here we are, at the end of another week, and the final new moon of the year. Can I just say how ready I am to boot this year out the back door?

That is a tradition I’d heard of for years, but only got a chance to practice when I had my own front and back doors. On New Year’s Eve, a few minutes/seconds before midnight, you open the back door to let the old year out (I will be putting my boot firmly on its backside this year). Right after midnight, you open the front door and invite the New Year in. Remember: Year of the Snake/Year of the Horse is part of Chinese tradition. That does not shift on December 31/January 1, no matter what the internet says. Lunar New Year is on February 17, 2026. So we are still in snake, even past the stroke of midnight.

Some idiot was out there yesterday with a leaf blower. Boo, everything is iced down except the sand to keep people from falling. You’re going to cause an accident when you blow the sand away.

Of course, because it was a little warmer, the Sidewalk Chewing Demons were also back. They are the mayor’s pet construction company, so they know they’ll keep getting hired even when they are jerks. So they continue to be jerks.

At least they’re being jerks a couple of blocks away, even though they’re still causing problems on our street with noise and heavy machinery driving the wrong way down the street several times a day.

Wrote and turned in the book review. Requested my next assignment.

I revised the next 3 chapters of VICIOUS CRITIC, about 7.5K words. Decent progress. Lots of detail work and fact-checking at this point, but all good. Did my marketing for the day, per content calendar (I’ve actually stuck to it pretty well this month).

#FreelanceFriends chat was fun, although hashtags weren’t working on Bluesky for whatever reason.

Got the revision notes on the ghostwriting project (not the one I just turned in, the other one). I will get started on those notes today, although I doubt I can get them done before the end of the year. They had me invoice for the last project, which I turned around earlier this week, and for this section of this one. And the money was in my account this morning, which definitely makes for less holiday stress!

After dinner, I put on Real People clothes and some makeup. It wasn’t that cold, so I didn’t need to bundle up in 17 layers like a toddler in a Hallmark Christmas movie. I could just wear a coat.

I walked down to Downstreet, the hotel a few blocks away that’s opened up gallery space to local artists. Two of my Future Labs colleagues had a show opening. It was a good turnout, the space is lovely, and Door Prize NAMA donated the food for the event, which was lovely of them (and delicious). The pieces are interesting, and the comparison/contrast of showing together in such a space was also interesting. I had some good conversations with people, getting to know them better. We are all very excited for January’s show, the workshops, the potluck, etc. It’s a good group of people, who are creative and smart and funny and kind.

When I came back, we put on the tree, and Tessa was so happy! She sat in front of it, enthralled, until we unplugged it at bedtime.

It was 50 degrees when I woke up this morning, which is just wrong for this time of year in New England.

On today’s agenda: library, grocery store, liquor store, writing (work on Nina Bell, the historical mystery, the ghostwriting).

This weekend, we finish decorating the tree on the porch and the front hall. I will finish the textile piece and work on the text portion. At the show last night, I mentioned I was deliberately  printing it out in Calibri, and the artist doing all the labels said she’ll do the same. [If you know, you know, that’s been yet another layer of political ridiculousness here].

Sunday is the Solstice, so it will be about rituals and food and celebration. I am making something for dinner I’ve never made before (I’ll tell you about it next week), and I think I will do a Bishop’s Cake for dessert (from THE SILVER PALATE COOKBOOK).

Have a good weekend, and we’ll catch up next week!

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Nina’s boyfriend tries to rob her of the $10K she’s delivering to her boss. When her boss winds up dead, Nina has to deal with love, lust, theatre, rock ‘n roll – and murder before the killer decides she’s expendable.

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Nina Bell Mysteries #1
Nina’s boyfriend tries to rob her of the $10K she’s delivering to her boss. When her boss winds up dead, Nina has to deal with love, lust, theatre, rock ‘n roll – and murder before the killer decides she’s expendable.

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Nina’s boyfriend tries to rob her of the $10K she’s delivering to her boss. When her boss winds up dead, Nina has to deal with love, lust, theatre, rock ‘n roll – and murder before the killer decides she’s expendable.
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