Am extremely cosy.

 The house is full of food and sleepy hounds and dozing cats. We have eaten way too much, and I'm still gently nibbling on a lump of chestnut and cranberry stuffing. Here are a few photos from the last week or so:

Rosie on a visit to the Koffi Lodge cafe.  We were in Tier 1, least likelihood of plague, at that point, so everything was pretty much as normal (we're now in Tier 2, so slightly more serious). Rosies long legs poking out under her jumper and overcoat make me laugh.



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I hope you mostly managed a happy Christmas, if that's a thing for you, so far as possible at the moment. 

Writing brain turned off

I don't seem to be achieving much on the art or writing front at the moment.  I'm trying my best to finish off The Siege of Khazad-dûm, my Celebrimbor Lives AU, but although I know pretty well how it's going to end, actually getting words down in pixels is just awful.  Write three words, hate them, delete them awful. No flow at all. I know that if I can just get back into practice, it will come, but getting back there is hard work!

I'm fairly sure that the endless scroll and constant new shinies of social media contributes to this somehow, but I am not turning it off. I may try to read more books though, I think reading books and writing is linked and I'm not doing much of either at the mo.

I tried to paint a picture as the Shop on the Borderlands Christmas card, but... the results were awful, and in the end I decided rather than messing with it any further, I would draw a veil over the entire attempt, and paint something else.  But I haven't started that yet. Art stuff has been mostly in abeyance until the Great Move though, so less worried about that.