Reeses peanut butter cups

I'm getting restless. Must be something to do with having finished the first draft. My creative subconscious was all prepared for that and now it's done, I don't quite know what to do with myself. I could embark on typing and editing, but I'm not quite ready.

The snow is creeping further down the mountains each day, it's getting pretty chilly and I'm starting to hanker for some warm weather. In preparation I'm warming up the blog colours.

My last reading is tonight at the library. On Saturday night I performed at a wonderful gig called the Monthly Grind, a very popular local talent show. Five bucks, refundable if you bring homemade dessert, for which there is a prize for the best. It runs in the off season so is very local and its +250 tickets sell out. I was a bit nervous reading in front of such a large crowd, but kicked it off with a very silly outfit (in line with the theme of tacky tourist - think disposable plastic poncho, cameras and bear repellent items) and a little skit about being Sitka's tacky-tourist-in-residence, which the audience very kindly laughed at. After that, reading was fine.

It hasn't rained for four days - which is probably the other reason I feel weird. I don't think there's been more than one full day without rain since I arrived. I can't get to sleep without the sound of it drumming on the roof.

I'm making a cup of American style drip filter coffee (Andi, forgive me) and about to eat it with a Reece's peanut butter cup, a particularly American delicacy for which I harbour a secret lust.

Well, the swashes are buckled, the bodices ripped, everyone who was going to be hung or beheaded has been despatched. All the last minute twists in the plot (which surprised me) have happened. I've started reading over the whole thing - it's a bit overwhelming, especially the first part of it which needs a great deal of work to make it match the second part. But such is the writer's lot.

Take care, thanks for reading my little raves from the other end of the world. Now that I'm in the habit I will send a few posts from Hawaii. In fact I might be addicted. It's the most wonderful avoidance method for whatever you don't want to do.

Love Jesse xxx