It’s 5:30AM and I can’t sleep.

I’ve been listening to an audiobook and crocheting granny squares, twining interesting patterns from a random assortment of yarns. Might could sew them together into a tote bag situation, later on. I’m not sure yet.

Picked up the DVD sets of both seasons of a television show called Twin Peaks, over at the library.

(who killed Laura Palmer?)

Haven’t been writing much. Haven’t been speaking much, either. Without thinking about it, I give up my voice in exchange for something different. I experiment with other ways of communicating, other ways of being perceived.

For this round, I put down the pencils and the notebooks and the keyboards. More and more often I picked up a camera, instead.

Choose your weapon?

No, that’s not it.

Name the tools of your craft.

Which craft?

Witchcraft.

You know –

one of these days, I might actually learn how to spell.