life goal: infamous recluse
So as to take advantage of my own natural inclinations when it comes to composition, and to deter the dreaded destruction of my drafts by Patreon's whims, I will be starting to mirror the Minor Hours issues over on Tumblr, where they will come out at some point later than what appears here or in subscribers' emails.
April is a cruellish month, forgoing lilacs in this dead land and therefore being not much fun.
Spring is finally coming, though not as fast as I'd like. It's taken almost forty years for me to finally decide it, but I think my favorite season is the one we're coming up on: the smell of wet ground, bright shoots of things peeking out, the colored fuzz on trees making everything look slightly out of focus. The sunlight. I'm a night owl by habit, if not by nature, but I'm happiest when I can actually manage to wander the world in the morning. The air feels different. I love it.
Is there more to the world than cooking? Only maybe. This week's issue returns us to the ongoing saga of perfecting various recipes that possibly only I care about, as well as the new exciting topic of More Things Maybe Only I Care About.
I'm going to move around the sections of this issue! Why? Because it's my magazine. And I want to. Which is reason enough for anything.
It's difficult for me to find focus when I'm in my own home -- I'm used to going out and locking myself into various locations until I've completed the work that needs doing. I wouldn't say that my writing is suffering, precisely, but it's more difficult than I'd like to get to a moment of mental equilibrium that allows the inner voice to whisper words.
Katherine Crighton 