{"id":4065,"date":"2025-06-16T20:31:33","date_gmt":"2025-06-17T04:31:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/?p=4065"},"modified":"2025-06-16T20:31:33","modified_gmt":"2025-06-17T04:31:33","slug":"small-lives-in-winter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/2025\/06\/16\/small-lives-in-winter\/","title":{"rendered":"Small Lives in Winter"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The title makes my life sound like an elegant painting. It is not, alas. It&#8217;s not nicely synchronised in colour, time, or any kind of harmony. In fact, this post is late because last night was midwinter being midwinter being midwinter. It was 4 degrees (39.2 for all those who prefer Fahrenheit) at 6 pm and I\u2019m just warming up now. Me heater is on and I\u2019ve moved from the night-time down dressing gown to the daytime oodie* and I will write this afternoon. I was supposed to run messages. A friend was going out and got the urgent things for me (paid in very fine chocolate and coffee) because today\u2019s warmest was riddled with wind from the snow, which makes walking very difficult for those of us with arthritic joints. I can\u2019t catch a bus because the nearest bus stop is too far away on days like this and I have been eating junk food. It\u2019s one way of dealing. Not the most sensible, but it got me through last night and this morning. Tonight I\u2019m back to being sensible. Between now and then, I must write some novel. This is my atonement for eating junk food. If I eat garbage I must produce good words, to keep the world in balance.<\/p>\n<p>The novel is a vampire novel (of sorts) and my characters, too, will be eating junk food. What is junk food to a vampire\/werewolf cross? I still have to work that out. I have ten minutes&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Spellcheck tells me I intended to write &#8216;foodie&#8217;. Given my recent eating habits, I fail at foodiedom and defy Spellcheck.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The title makes my life sound like an elegant painting. It is not, alas. It&#8217;s not nicely synchronised in colour, time, or any kind of harmony. In fact, this post is late because last night was midwinter being midwinter being midwinter. It was 4 degrees (39.2 for all those who prefer Fahrenheit) at 6 pm [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[406,636,56,18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4065","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-food","category-life","category-life-experiences","category-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4065","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4065"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4065\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4066,"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4065\/revisions\/4066"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4065"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4065"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4065"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}