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2004-11-06 11:59 PM Growing things In Her Hands, words written: 1106
In Her Hands, words total: 6639 I didn’t want to write tonight. I really didn’t think I had it in me. I spent the early afternoon at Albra’s, at her Winter Garden Prep. Came home with lots of herb clippings (lemon verbena, mint geranium, citrus geranium, and three kinds of sage—Mexican, mammoth, and, um, some basic kind) that needed potting, but I need potting soil, and the pots out of the storage unit. I also came home with some fretful energy and yet I was also tired; a cup of tea and talking to Ken both did wonders. We did some organizing/straightening/finding the right place for things, which also helped my mental state immensely. We would’ve gotten further along, but ended up going out for Thai food with Morgana and Brian—they like to eat early, so… Afterwards, the four of us went shopping at Big Lots (we got a Gothic arch votive holder for the fireplace—this replaces the other votive holder we’d gotten for the same purpose at the same place and used during the party, but this new one is much prettier and fits the space far better—and lots of votives) and Trader Joe’s. By the time I got home, I was ready to maybe tackle a few e-mails, then curl up in front of the TV. Ken was noodling with something, and I suggested we watch TV in 45 minutes, and took the laptop downstairs. He ended up joining me (cue “Duelling Laptops” music) in the living room, and we kept right on working for another hour and a half. I wasn’t writing steadily, but I kept setting another 250-word goal until I hit 1K. Go me! I got my characters back to her apartment, and hot monkey love is about to ensue, which will take me at least through the end of Chapter 2 and hopefully beyond. That’s not even including what I have planned for the Morning After… Tomorrow we’ve got a few errands to run, and I have some major herb-potting to do, but I suspect I’ll be able to crank out some serious wordage. Whenever I get stuck, I remind myself that this is a draft, leave myself a note, and push on. Information at the Book-in-a-Week websites has finally started to sift down into my hindbrain… Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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