Oh. Did you notice? School is back in. At least around here. And today, although not exactly being on schedule, I had all my kids in school. All the time. All four.
Oh, yeah.
So besides the quick-and-early trip over the mountain to pick up Husband’s car (which has a very nice new water pump to match its very nice new brakes), I had a writing day.
Here’s what happens, apparently, when I have a writing day: I write. I revise. I write a little more. I make bread dough with which I will make pretty baguettes at some future time. I drink many glasses of water. With lime. I finish re-reading THE THIEF by Megan Whalen Turner. (I love this, Have I told you? Try it.) I do laundry. I eat sauteed yellow squash with kosher salt for lunch. I stretch out on the couch, because frankly it is too cold to stretch out outside.
Shall I explain that? It is too cold. In August. Outside. This morning, driving over the aforementioned mountain, I saw s^*%. Get your mind out of the gutter. Yes, you. I wasn’t being vulgar. Just shocked and unprepared. That secret code means the cold white stuff that comes down at higher altitudes when it is raining and 38 degrees on the ground. (It warmed up. To 64. But not right away.)
So what I’m saying is that I am trying to get back into my writing mojo (and that part is going to take some practice to get into the groove) and I am mourning summer (that part will come back, maybe for many weeks) and I am in a new piece of my life, a piece that almost BEGS me to be selfish and do MY THING. So I get to remember what MY THING is, and figure out how to make the most of it.
Apparently by making bread.
Oh, yeah – and writing.
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First, no one in their right mind can complain about freshly made bread. And if they do, well, they can just pass their share over to me.
Second, I am still euphoric about my afternoon nap again being a possibility with the kiddos back in school. I keep thinking I should just stay awake and accomplish something important. Then I remember that I’m growing an entire human being inside me, and well, I go back to sleep.
First, no one in their right mind can complain about freshly made bread. And if they do, well, they can just pass their share over to me.
Second, I am still euphoric about my afternoon nap again being a possibility with the kiddos back in school. I keep thinking I should just stay awake and accomplish something important. Then I remember that I’m growing an entire human being inside me, and well, I go back to sleep.
That four letter word had better not be snow! hee hee.
All my kids are back in school too (last week), but I spent the week with sick kids and tons of paperwork (can you believe I’ve already had sick kids this school year?) Good luck with the extra time. =)
That four letter word had better not be snow! hee hee.
All my kids are back in school too (last week), but I spent the week with sick kids and tons of paperwork (can you believe I’ve already had sick kids this school year?) Good luck with the extra time. =)
Guess what? It was 90 degrees here today. Sweet! Boo on snow. I know exactly what you mean about finding your writing mojo, and funny thing, making bread helps me find it too. Weird, huh? I wrote a whopping 45 minutes today. It’s the most I’ve written since probably May and then my brain was done. So I went upstairs and folded laundry while I watched a movie, as my toddler slept. I love it when school is back in.
Guess what? It was 90 degrees here today. Sweet! Boo on snow. I know exactly what you mean about finding your writing mojo, and funny thing, making bread helps me find it too. Weird, huh? I wrote a whopping 45 minutes today. It’s the most I’ve written since probably May and then my brain was done. So I went upstairs and folded laundry while I watched a movie, as my toddler slept. I love it when school is back in.
It could be worse you know. You could live in South Texas where it has been 98 degrees plus (with humidity so it feels like 105-106) everyday for over a month now. We finally got rain today. hurray! We probably won’t see 70 until November. Yeah, NOVEMBER. I miss those chill fall days. I never thought I would say that I miss winter after moving away from Utah, but living in summer 8 months of the year is no fun at all.
It could be worse you know. You could live in South Texas where it has been 98 degrees plus (with humidity so it feels like 105-106) everyday for over a month now. We finally got rain today. hurray! We probably won’t see 70 until November. Yeah, NOVEMBER. I miss those chill fall days. I never thought I would say that I miss winter after moving away from Utah, but living in summer 8 months of the year is no fun at all.
I wrote for nearly 12 hours today. It was awesome! Love it when I get some peace and quiet, and my story’s writing itself.
I wrote for nearly 12 hours today. It was awesome! Love it when I get some peace and quiet, and my story’s writing itself.
Yay for routines! SNOW!?! IT’s been cold here, too…but not THAT cold! I did have to put on my hoodie to go for my morning walks this week, though!
Yay for routines! SNOW!?! IT’s been cold here, too…but not THAT cold! I did have to put on my hoodie to go for my morning walks this week, though!
School starts next week here, and so does writing.
Baking will probably start today as catching up on your blog has made me HUNGRY.
School starts next week here, and so does writing.
Baking will probably start today as catching up on your blog has made me HUNGRY.