I write my books myself. When I first started writing, I never dreamed that I would ever need to say that. But here we are. I write them myself, without the aid of the Great Plagiaristic Texcretor.
At present, that mostly means lying on the sofa with a large blank book and a few fountain pens, with a couple of hours at my desk every week or two when I feel capable of sitting up. (It turns out there is a distinction between sitting up and sitting down, and it is an important one.)
MeMade or Mended today: dress (mended), hat (crocheted), petticoat (upcycled), bandanna and drawers (sewn), cardigan and knee high socks (knitted). #MeMadeMay#knitting#sewing#mending#crochet
I think I'm closest to a Type 4. I prefer to eat vegetables that are honest about their identity, and not heavily processed into masquerading as meat. That said, when I go out for dinner it's a special occasion, and I'm more likely to order something with meat.
I don't know why the study focusses on restaurant meals instead of the more common home meals. At home I eat meatless dinners about 3/4 of the time (and always meatless breakfast & supper).
"The ancient Egyptians, incidentally, treated arthritis with electric catfish—or, as the hieroglyphics call them, 'angry catfish'. Remarkably, electric catfish can be trained to stun on cue, which seems like something coastguards and river police should be looking into before a supervillain does." —The Ambition of a Potato https://deborah.makarios.nz/the-ambition-of-a-potato/ #books#fish#history#AncientEgypt#TheAmbitionOfAPotato
Pōhutukawa (Metrosideros excelsa). Sometimes called the New Zealand Christmas tree due to its flowering season. Just about every NZ scenic calendar's December page features a pōhutukawa on a sunny day at the beach. Here it is on a cloudy Christmas Eve. #BloomScrolling#NewZealand#trees
@rose_myrtle The chickens are assisting, but they don't seem to dig deep enough to get at the mint roots. Maybe I need to confine their activities to a smaller area?
Some previous occupant of my house planted a more or less inedible member of the mint family which has since spread to infest the entire back garden.
I've tried digging clear patches (heavy clay: backbreaking, and it just grows back), and building no-dig beds (worked for a season, then failure to thrive due to root competition).
Does anyone have any suggestions that don't presuppose either a fat budget or boundless energy? I'd prefer not to do anything that is going to destroy all soil life, but I'm getting desperate and am open to suggestions. #gardening#InvasiveSpecies
I still haven't got over supermarkets labelling green coconuts as "dry" (you can hear them slosh for pity's sake!!) and now we have this! If only there was some simple, natural way of protecting the delicate wee coconut from the hardships of life... #packaging#food
Today I learned that Louis XIV of France had seven sons named Louis and four daughters named Louise. (And that's just counting the ones of whose names history is certain.) So I'm pretty sure Louis still holds the record, despite George Foreman with his five Georges and one Georgetta. #history#names#LouisXIV#GeorgeForeman#TIL
I like to read, knit, garden, sew...and write. Restoration Day, The Wound of Words, and Amiant Soul are fantasy novels and The Ambition of a Potato is a collection of non-fictional hilarity.