I think I shall lose my mind. I have no time to write and now I have a new story forming in my head. What am I to do? I guess I shall have to sketch some quick notes and hope that after my degree is done I will have time to revisit it and really write. Anyways, she's a gypsy in England, not sure what part of the 1800s yet, that part is not clear to me. It borders on fantasy. She knows herb lore and can 'dream' through the eyes of a hawk or owl.

Enough about her. We were without power for 6 days. I got pretty good cooking on the woodstove. I even made pizza on it. And it was awesome if I dare say so myself.

Christmas was nice and we had a quiet New Years. Too windy for a bonfire. Oh well.

I hope everyone is well.