Yesterday evening—just the evening—I finished and sent off three weeks' worth of editing work, cooked dinner, made a cobbler, made and canned three pints of blackberry jelly—which turned out to be blackberry syrup—and, finally, got a Hog's Head Common Room post up just after midnight. My entire week has been variations on that theme. And now, though I still have some reading and writing deadlines to hit in the next few days, I'm surfacing. With a splutter.
Surely I can't be the only person whose mind works like this:
SAYS: I wish it were next week; I’m tired of this one.Neuroticism aside, it's sunny, I've got some vinegar to spray on the cherry slugs that are eating my little tree, and I can hopefully get back to working on my book this evening. Those are all happy thoughts.
THINKS: Oh, no, now I’m just like the kid in the fable who pulled a string and bypassed his whole life, and now life is going to punish me for that and someone will probably die this weekend AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!
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The deck is almost painted:
|Originally, the entire thing looked like the steps do now.|
|Unfortunately, I still can't reliably find the jelly stage.|
|It's trying to take over the driveway, but it's so pretty that I just don't mind.|
|Yes, I would like to do likewise.|
Writers' link of the week: Cinema and storytelling expert Barbara Nicolosi just joined Patheos. I'll definitely be following her blog. Here's an interesting post on visual imagery.
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Music of the week: Another of the most beautiful pieces of music in existence. I'm learning this with some friends despite my terrible vocal issues. Hopefully I don't rasp any of those high notes when we finally perform it—but ah, it's glorious.
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Random amusement of the week: I don't know how it took me this long to discover StickWorldComics, but when my brain couldn't handle any more editing this week, I turned to this page and read nearly all the archives. Favorites included beans because I laughed and laughed, really general because IT'S SO TRUE, before you post because it is ALSO SO TRUE, and—because the snark is just so enjoyable—history.
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One little house to clean, one little tree and possibly one rather larger tree to spray over with vinegar, several gardens to water, more books to write than I want to think about right now, and one still-sleepy blogger to take on the tasks... here goes. Happy weekend!