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mostly posting for the antelope

Change of scenery! This is where I’m sitting this week, going over my first pass pages. I will likely not be online all that much while I read and re-read pretty, pretty pages. Tessa keeps stealing my chair if I abandon it for too long, so I should probably get back there.

(And I should really throw away that mini pumpkin on the windowsill. It’s been there since October. It’s probably frozen.)

Also, if you click this link you will find a baby antelope with the littlest legs and teensy feets and I don’t even know how he’s standing up and I love him.

By erin, ago

flax-golden tales: not in narnia anymore

not in narnia anymore

They kept saying that it would stop, making predictions based on patterns in the wind and unseen stars and archaic interpretations of the behaviors of woodland creatures.

Just a few more weeks, they said. Months ago.

This storm shall be the last, they said.

And then there was another, and another.

And another.

The branches are breaking from the weight.

I keep looking for a lamppost, but I can’t tell east from west without the sun anymore, so I don’t know if landmarks would help.

Even the horizon disappears into the snow.

And there’s nothing in the endless cold to point me home.

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

By erin, ago

kung hei fat choi

Happy Chinese New Year! Year of the Rabbit! So long, Tiger! Hello, BUNNY!

So far The Year of the Bunny is already fabulous, with shiny things arriving in the mail and packing materials for kittens to jump in and actual sunshine! Hurrah!

(This New Year greeting is brought to you by my Jellycat Bashful Bunny. I have been dragging him around all day to be festive.)

By erin, ago

in lieu of content, kittens

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.

By erin, ago

flax-golden tales: friends for hedgehogs

friends for hedgehogs

I made you a hedgie friend! she says, handing me a spiky, beady-eyed ball of some sort of bark and artfully composed twig slices.

Thanks, I say, putting him down on my desk. I turn him so he faces the printer, but he still looks like he’s staring at me with those glossy little eyes.

I already have a hedgehog, I tell her when she brings me another the next day, attempting to give back the almost identical… thing.

That one needs a friend for when you’re not around, she says. They get lonely.

The day after that, there’s a third one on my desk, sitting alongside the other two.

The next day there are six.

No matter how I arrange them, they’re always staring at me with those unblinking eyes.

They look like they’re plotting something.

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

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