I’ve had this window up all day to compose some sort of blog post, but I’m having one of those days that doesn’t want to fit in words, so I just ran around my studio/office and found odd little things to show, instead. A picture is worth a lot of words, or so I hear.
A few days ago I felt like I had nothing to write about and now I have a bunch of things, so I’ll spread them out over the course of the week and possibly into next week depending on how distracted I get. Excuse me, I have to get Tessa off of the scanner.
Okay, scanner is now kittenless. Today’s proper topic now that we’ve passed the misbehaving kitten interlude: photos!
Last week I had a photo session with the marvelous & talented Kelly Davidson for my author photos. I’d contacted her awhile ago about doing them but we had to work around schedules & a whole lot of snow.
We had a wonderful time despite the cold when we braved the treacherous icy sidewalks & the photos turned out fabulous, of course.
The one that’s going to be the official shot is now hanging out on my about page, and here’s a peek at a few of the others:
(The best of the umbrella shots will likely show up somewhere in the future, so for now it shall remain a secret.)
I highly recommend Kelly if you’re in the Boston area & need a photographer for any reason whatsoever. (Also, you should peruse her photostream, her recent photos from Paris are gorgeous.)
And I’m still impressed that my hair stayed mostly well-behaved.
Unlike Tessa, who is now on the printer. Sigh.
I was going to write up a list of things that were making me happy despite the impending snow, like Downton Abbey and Dashiell Hammett novels.
But then I cut my hand in a feat of particularly impressive clumsiness, making it rather difficult to type.
So here are some recent photos of the kittens. I’m going to go hide until the Year of the Rabbit gets here.
It’s still cold.
It’s still snowing.
The little birds sitting on the back fence seem fairly content and well-fed, though.
I am more or less hibernating.
By “hibernating” I mean that I am wearing fuzzy sweaters when I can get Tessa to stop napping on them, drinking warm beverages, burying myself in research, and writing something that is not yet novel-shaped.
Now Tessa is sitting on the sweater that I’m currently wearing. Joy.
