Dear Reader,
It has been a day of attempts. Which is fine, I guess.
First of all, the hotel reservations did not happen because the man who answered the phone said he would call me back. He didn’t. They’re a boutique hotel, so they “don’t do online reservations.” Sigh.
I was going to print and mail my submission that can ONLY be mailed. I guess you’d call what I wrote an essay? Anyway, our printer is out of ink and we do not, indeed, have an ink cartridge as I supposed, unless I have put it somewhere unexpected, which I suspect I have.
Also on the list was my intention to register for tomorrow afternoon’s online poetry reading, but when I went to the form, no one had signed up yet. Word Raccoon noped right over that. We do not do solo readings, not of our poetry, not yet. I will keep checking back, and if anyone else signs up, I will consider doing so, too.
On the writing front, I did manage about 1K on the novel. When I expand that block, it will probably at least triple because there are all of these seeds just soaking there, and if I spread them out they might sprout. No, they will sprout.
I’m shocked and delighted at how human this character has shown herself to be. There are promising avenues here, and I intend to stroll them all.
The sun refused to show its face around these parts until after 6 pm, and you best believe I am soaking it in right now. I ran to the porch with my laptop the moment I saw it.
On this week’s “hit list” is revamping my desk area, which right now it is:
A makeup table (its main purpose)
Mail storage
Hair care central
The place where blank journals and notebooks live
Art supply storage palace
Electronics home/charging station
The keeper of my vitamins and meds
Anything else that comes knocking. Especially books.
As you can imagine, Stanley told me it’s driving me bonkers because it has too many jobs. I don’t have room for all of my hair doodads, despite having a drawer and a half dedicated to them. My makeup takes up two drawers. The art supplies, a deep one, as well as the notebooks. I think I can safely move those last two categories to the library, probably to the upstairs desk. Then I can find breathing space for the rest.
The desk is actually my command center, the first place I look when I can’t find something.
This is the junk that clutters my mind when I’m trying to write. All it takes is a system, right? Right?
Herbert, that crank in my brain, says if all it took was a system, I would’ve worked it all out long ago.
I’m doing the best that I can, Herbert!
Don’t mind him, I think he’s unhappy with the mani/pedi I gave myself. Word Raccoon will rap him on the nose if he’s not careful. You know my girl adores her color. She likes many things. Including you. 🙂
I gave her free rein with revising poetry on the porch, and she tidied three enough to send them to “Ready to Submit.” They were “Lazarus Species,” “Having Vonnegut to Tea,” and “Necromancer Duties: Pergo.” So they will be making the rounds soon. It was so freeing to refine what already existed. I really enjoy revising.
P.S. An email arrived today that I’m not ready to talk about yet re: my poetry, but let’s just say it’s a possibility, and we’re chuffed either way.
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