Today is Book Day for the mmP edition of Ribbon Dance!
What went before ONE: Yeah, that’s no good. Steve yelled at me for weeding for good reason. Weeding does not pay the bills, OTOH, the garden needs upkeep. I b’lieve I will call the nice young man who installed the present garden and see if he has someone on his crew who may be hired to weed, or if he knows of some such person.
It is gorgeous out there today.
What went before TWO: Have my appointment at Hands On Glass in Corning to make a paperweight (my class at the Corning Museum is to make an ornament), and had a lovely chat with Rodi, the owner. Cat boxes scooped, various minor chores accomplished, and now! lunch, with a side of naproxen and muscle relaxants. At the risk of having too much of a good thing, today’s lunch is a grilled ham and cheese.
After all that, it’s back with the crew of the good ship Chandra Marudas. With a little cooperation from the writing brain, and hoping that the muscle relaxants will jolly along the hands, knee, and back (I’m reminded of Gene Wolfe, who was asked what he did when the writing wasn’t flowing. He promptly said, “When I can’t write, I go out to the garden.” Pause. “And after about ten minutes, I remember that I hate to garden and go back inside to write.”)
And on that note..
What went before THREE: Working late…
1,206 new words, closing out the prologue. Not the best prologue every written, but we can fix that, now. WIP total words +/-32,825.
I am V. Tired and hope that the helpful kitties will let me sleep as long as necessary.
Intermission: A kind friend shared this with me the other day: Dr. Who learns BSL (BSL=British Sign Language ASL=American Sign Language)
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Wednesday. Sunny and breezy. A little too breezy at the moment to deploy the Awesome New Chair, which I folded up and stuck in the windless corner of the deck last night. The windows are open in my office even though it’s still a little cool, so I’m currently wearing a sweatshirt that I’ll probably be taking off within the hour.
. . . and I have just learned “power ballad,” thanks to Tommy London, who consistently comes from way back outta my left field, and more often than not leaves me saying, “Do what, now?”
So Power Ballad, according to the internets: “The hard rock power ballad typically expresses love or heartache through its lyrics, shifting into wordless intensity and emotional transcendence with heavy drumming and a distorted electric guitar solo representing the ‘power’ in the power ballad.” Examples are Nilsson’s “Without You” (holding place as the grandfather of the form); “November Rain,” from Guns ‘n Roses; and Tina Turner’s “We don’t need another hero.”
You’re welcome.
Today’s to-do includes changing the bed, including finding a lighter weight blanket. I think we’re out of the wool-and-fleece blanket nights now. I have at least two letters to answer; also one’s duty to the cats, ASL review, writing, and assembling and testing the new Lasko space heater that took the long way to Maine and only just arrived yesterday.
For those who Worry, breakfast was a warm rosemary roll with cream cheese and the last of the grapes. Lunch will be fish and a veggie to be named later.
I haven’t begged for reviews for a couple days now, so! If you’ve read a Lee, Miller, or Lee and Miller title lately, please review it in the venue of your choice. Thank you so much.
Well. What’s the weather at your house today?
Today’s blog post brought to you by Mr. Tom Petty, “Free Fallin‘”