No rest for the Wiccan redux.
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nolawitch58Four things crossed off my to-do list for today, two tasks in progress and I still don't feel like I've gotten diddly or squat done. The end of Ruxandra is in sight, and I'll be thrilled to be rid of her--at least as far as the first draft goes. Not that it's really the first draft since each chapter has been through my critique group at least twice. I'm partway through Chapter 15. There are four more chapters and an epilogue that's mostly done. I need to get this freaking thing completed so I can go on to the next project percolating through my brain. I've got three people lined up to read the completed manuscript. I'm going to put a sheet similar to the critique sheet after each chapter to get the trial readers' impressions. Unless I get an incredible burst of energy, that won't occur until November at the earliest. I'm averaging one chapter per month.
Part of my problem is that this wretched bitch insists on being hand written. There are pros and cons to that approach. The pros include portability and light environmental footprint. I can drag my folder all over creation with me and scribble to my heart's content. The folder doesn't need electricity and my paper is all recycled. The cons include slowness and discouragement. When I don't accomplish much, I get aggravated with myself and get even less done until I'm completely disgusted.
In the grand scheme of things, this whining is petulant and overblown. I won't delete it because if I ever come back to this post, I'll smack myself for being so immature. I'm sitting in a nice, air-conditioned house. There are a couple of loads of laundry going downstairs, which I'm always grateful for having had to drag dirty clothes out to laundromats and laundry rooms for decades of my life. Hubby made a fabulously tasty pot of red beans a few days ago, and we're still eating on them. Though I don't have much left in the bank, my spreadsheets show that I'm whittling away at my debts. Every time I get rid of one, I plow its formerly dedicated dollar amount to the next most irritating one. Every time I hear someone complaining about their drama-drenched relationships, I'm grateful for my sweetie who doesn't pull any of that stupied shit on me.
Last week, Salome, Melissa and I went to the Louisiana Association of Wiccans (LAW) meeting. I really like what they're trying to achieve, but I feel bad that I can't volunteer for more. All the while we sat there, I was having this dialog in my head, vacillating from "That sounds like something fun to do" to "Where would you find time to actually do that?" Often I wish I had all the time I was bored to tears and wasted sitting in the middle of bumfuck Indiana when I was young so that I could get everything done that I'd like to now. Instead, I must make do with nearly constant motion. I've got three calendars to rush between: one at work (thank the deities Outlook keeps track of the zillions of meetings), one for my critique group and my Seasons of the Witch Weekly date book.
At least I found a new dentist two blocks from the office. I'll be getting a lot of dental work done. They're very pleasant and convenient. In fact, the right side of my mouth was hurting a lot until last Tuesday's appointment. Now the left side hurts because the right side doesn't hurt like it did to distract me from it. Life just gets weirder and more hectic.
Part of my problem is that this wretched bitch insists on being hand written. There are pros and cons to that approach. The pros include portability and light environmental footprint. I can drag my folder all over creation with me and scribble to my heart's content. The folder doesn't need electricity and my paper is all recycled. The cons include slowness and discouragement. When I don't accomplish much, I get aggravated with myself and get even less done until I'm completely disgusted.
In the grand scheme of things, this whining is petulant and overblown. I won't delete it because if I ever come back to this post, I'll smack myself for being so immature. I'm sitting in a nice, air-conditioned house. There are a couple of loads of laundry going downstairs, which I'm always grateful for having had to drag dirty clothes out to laundromats and laundry rooms for decades of my life. Hubby made a fabulously tasty pot of red beans a few days ago, and we're still eating on them. Though I don't have much left in the bank, my spreadsheets show that I'm whittling away at my debts. Every time I get rid of one, I plow its formerly dedicated dollar amount to the next most irritating one. Every time I hear someone complaining about their drama-drenched relationships, I'm grateful for my sweetie who doesn't pull any of that stupied shit on me.
Last week, Salome, Melissa and I went to the Louisiana Association of Wiccans (LAW) meeting. I really like what they're trying to achieve, but I feel bad that I can't volunteer for more. All the while we sat there, I was having this dialog in my head, vacillating from "That sounds like something fun to do" to "Where would you find time to actually do that?" Often I wish I had all the time I was bored to tears and wasted sitting in the middle of bumfuck Indiana when I was young so that I could get everything done that I'd like to now. Instead, I must make do with nearly constant motion. I've got three calendars to rush between: one at work (thank the deities Outlook keeps track of the zillions of meetings), one for my critique group and my Seasons of the Witch Weekly date book.
At least I found a new dentist two blocks from the office. I'll be getting a lot of dental work done. They're very pleasant and convenient. In fact, the right side of my mouth was hurting a lot until last Tuesday's appointment. Now the left side hurts because the right side doesn't hurt like it did to distract me from it. Life just gets weirder and more hectic.
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Date: 2009-06-21 01:42 am (UTC)I just wish it would stop raining long enough for the ground to dry enough so that it's not squishy - so I can cut the grass and do a proper backyard ritual tomorrow. I am grateful that we don't have a pond back there like when we moved in (the grass we sewed after cleaning up the leaves is thirsty at least. I thought I'd have to plant a willow tree back there). It's rained every day for over a month now. It's not supposed to be like this here.
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Date: 2009-06-21 02:27 pm (UTC)Is your garden drowning? I would think that too much water would be just as bad as not enough.
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Date: 2009-06-21 05:08 pm (UTC)The squash and cucumbers are VERY happy and the plants grow noticably on a daily basis.
What's not doing well at all are the peppers and the carrots don't seem to be terribly happy.
Even though it's cloudy and cool, the garden isn't "squelchy", just really wet. I think my houseplants could use a bit more light.
The sun is almost breaking through right now.
I'll be taking and posting garden pics soon (Saminz wants to see them!), so stay tuned.