Saturday, November 18, 2017
Hello everyone. Before the Thistledown Rerun link, this is a brief update on National Novel Writing Month*. It’s quick because there isn’t much to update. My word-count is still deplorable.
I’ve always said this blog is my sanctuary, and that I want it to be that kind of refuge for everyone. So I hope you don’t mind that this post is both low-key and honest… This time the sanctuary is a restful moment.
The week has been stressful and disappointing. I’ve been looking at a small property in Austin, TX and that didn’t work out. I was also disappointed in people in this blogging community. People I thought were enlightened spewed contempt, bigotry, and name calling for ALL southern Americans, not just those who did unconscionable acts, or disagreed with their politics. That disturbs me deeply. But let’s not discuss it here – no politics in my sanctuary.
Even though my car is less than a year old, I had to take it for a safety inspection. That was physically uncomfortable and exhausting, not to mention that in the past I’ve been bullied — not this time, thankfully. Even so, what should have taken 20 minutes took half a day. (Sorry to anyone who disagrees, but Virginia will nickel and dime you to death.) And of course, there was work. ‘Nuf said about that.
As you can see in the picture above (taken Friday morning), I drew three more slips from my “box of non-modern things” to help me write… Vanity, Savory, and Cosmos. As I write/update this post, the clock has already inched to dinner time, and I still haven’t found the energy and focus to WriMo. I guess I’m just tired, but I feel like I’ve wasted yet another day.
However, I can’t let you visit without trying to make you smile. I’m feeling about as energetic as Tim Conway’s “world’s oldest man.” And maybe I’m that old if I remember it! So have a giggle.
For those of you who are new, or just want to review the faery serial, Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam, here is a link to episode five.
Thanks for visiting. Hugs on the wing!
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