Or, really, the title of this post should probably be ‘Stop Expecting to be Creative When You’re Sick, Anna’. I’ve been sick for the past two weeks. I think I’m starting to get better, or at least I can now sometimes go a half-hour at a stretch without coughing, versus the two-minute stretches that were the best I was managing half-a-week ago. Huzza for progress! So, mostly for the past two weeks I’ve been working a little bit, sleeping a…
Things are weird in my garden right now, and not just because of the weather. The inside of one of my hoses collapsed (how does that happen?!). And this iris has been lying, beheaded, on the pavement for 3 DAYS without wilting. It’s like the laws of physics are reinventing themselves!
Sometimes my daughters get very exasperated when I forget something they’ve told me, like whether they talked to their teacher about turning that homework assignment in late, or that they have a planned social engagement this week, or that they already took the test on The Great Gatsby and don’t need to think about it anymore. I try to tell them that it is hard to remember everything everybody is up to, and that furthermore, being older, my memory banks…
I will have you know it’s difficult to write a story when the voices of Ross and Rachel from Friends insist on being the mental-voice narrators. Though, they’re maybe a little better than Scrooge McDuck, who was more often the hazard when my kids were little. But still, very disruptive!
Got another reminder today that the story needs to start with the most important info first. I got turned around on the one I’m working on because the setting is contemporary. But the story itself is still speculative fiction, so the spec.fic. element does still need to exist right up front. Thank goodness. I was really struggling there.
Oiy. My hips are so tired and sore from a day of couch shopping. But then, I do seem to have reached an age where shopping injuries are now a thing.
…so, at the moment turning on my bathroom fan sounds like I’ve just started up a lawn-mower over my head. So subtle!
Last weekend I spent 5 hours patching a bedsheet. Yes, I know, my intense party lifestyle astounds. To be fair, I hadn’t intended to spend 5 hours at it, but I’d already patched this sheet a lot over the years, and it needed something of an overhaul to hope I could get it to limp along longer than just one or two more cycles. Here’s a picture of one section of it, on my side of the bed. Have I…
Why did the Denver Airport train announcement just pop into my head and start repeating on loop? It’s not supposed to be an earworm.
You know you’re definitely not a kid anymore when you get home and can’t wait to open up the fridge for those left-over greenbeans calling to you.