Over the past two days I've had three different conversations about my life in Scotland. By the time I got in my car to drive home, I was deeply homesick for it, mostly the friends and coworkers I miss, but also mundane bits like Christmas Eve in Waitrose, random herds of curious horses, learning how to ride... Continue Reading →

About that writing offline I mentioned yesterday ... I don't remember a time when I wasn't obsessed with notebooks. The first notebook I remember loving so hard that I wore it down to a floppy nub was spiral-bound with an orange cover. In my notebook I wrote down a lot of facts that I thought Encyclopedia... Continue Reading →

Sometimes when I stroll through the circulation workroom of my library, a book cover catches my eye but because my to-read pile is already unreasonably large, I will merely nod respectfully to it and keep walking. Yeah, right. Recently my attention was snagged by "The Daily Stoic: 366 Meditations on Wisdom, Perseverance, and the Art... Continue Reading →

Face-down on the operating table, I'm not yet numb. This part had escaped my meticulous mental preparation -- not so meticulous after all -- and when I realize that the numbing portion of the day's festivities will involve injections of lidocaine, the familiar effervescence of panic travels across the backs of my arms and into... Continue Reading →

I hear a piercing cry from somewhere in the house. It's a small house, but sound carries and bounces and hides. I do a full circuit, glancing in all of the usual places, and get halfway around again before I hear another cry, this time from upstairs. "Zen? Zen?" She can't have gone far; she's... Continue Reading →

On making messes.

Today I thought I might talk to you about making messes. And just before sitting down to write, I peeked at Twitter, and saw this tweet: https://twitter.com/matthaig1/status/673614345838985216 I have never been terribly good at making messes. I cringe at my own floundering, especially when it comes to writing, because my taste is better than my... Continue Reading →

Perpetual twilight in the Beast’s castle.

NaNoWriMo took much more out of me, creatively, than I expected. Every day this week I have attempted to compose a complete Holidailies entry and failed. But it isn't all NaNoWriMo's fault. I've been battling the dreaded lurgy since the last week of November, and now this part of the world has been plunged into... Continue Reading →

Holidailies 2015.

Hello again, Holidailies! I decided to celebrate my first-ever NaNoWriMo win with another month-long writing project. As a Holidailies participant, I will attempt to update cygnoir.net every day in the month of December. This will be a bit easier than writing 50,000 words in 30 days. I'm still recovering from the lurgy so this will... Continue Reading →

2014 in first lines.

Can it be? 2015 is just an hour away! Here is my year in first lines. January Hello, beautiful human, and welcome to 2014. February ¡Estamos en Barcelona! March About ten years ago, I became a zombie. April Writers’ Bloc returns to the Edinburgh International Science Festival for The Culture Collider, an exploration of weird... Continue Reading →

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