Today, I schlepped dirt. Dirt is heavy. After a while, even shovel-fulls of dirt are heavy. However! I have finished now with the dirt, and with broadcasting the seeds mixed with purple sand, and with the raking. All that remains is for the seeds to grow.
Grow, little seeds, grow!
After playing in the dirt, I cleaned the cat boxes and took a shower; ate the lovely lunch Steve prepared for us, and wrote some words. In a few minutes, I’ll write some more words, and then I’ll break for supper and perhaps read (Captain Vorpatril’s Alliance) for a bit before going to bed.
I know. I know. You’re asking yourselves, How does she do it? How does she continue at this brutal pace which is the price of her fame?
Years of practice, children.
Years and years of practice.
In other news, Mozart wants me to come into the living room and play chess with him. Or something. I know this because he’s marching up and down the hall declaiming at the top of his teensy, tiny little Maine Coon cat voice. Despite this, I believe that there will be no chess this evening.
So, what did you do today?
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Progress on Carousel Seas
45,708/100,000 words OR 45.71% complete
“The elephants are definitely disquieting. In fact, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb if I say that they look downright drunk. Who wants to snuggle up with a bunch of inebriated flying elephants of a cold winter’s night? And it’s definitely not the kind of thing you want to put in the baby’s crib.”
“Never had much to do with elephants.”
“Me neither — and I’m here to tell you that blanket isn’t making me eager to seek them out.”