Holy cow, I’ve never worked so hard in . . . well . . . okay. Maybe I’ve worked that hard, but dude, I worked hard this last week while on “vacation.” It was Thing Two’s spring break, so we took a week to muck the leaves out of the SC house. The one in the woods? Yeah. There were a lot of leaves, and thanks to a bit of work that cropped up Friday afternoon that had to be done now, I lost two days in the yard. (three 10 hour days at the keyboard gave me four days in the yard, but one of the days in the office was rainy, and one was in the car, so I only really lost one yard day. At least, that’s how I’m justifying it. Sigh)
But now, the ms is shipped off and the yard is beautiful–and I am again amazed at the state of spring in comparing there and here. No leaves here, the trilliums and crocus and daffs just came up. There are new leaves there, with trilliums in bloom, crocus and daffs done, and red buds just ending. Amazing what 800 miles will do to a season. While working, I saw deer, a black spotted salamander, anoles, blue-lined skinks, assorted birds, and two green tree frogs. Oh! And fireflies. In April?! Guy saw six young Copperheads. (Go figure. I’m the one playing in the leaves, and he spends three minutes in the woods planting a tree, and he finds a nest of Copperheads.)
So Guy and I did the 12 hr stint in the car back in 11.5 hours by cutting out one of our usual breaks, and we got home in daylight, which was good. We had our droopy ceiling fixed while we were out, and took a secondary door out of the master bedroom while we were at it. (The house had been used as an apartment, and we are still taking out the remuddling to put it back to a single-family home.) They cleaned up a lot of the drywall dust, but I still had to spend about an hour cleaning my work space and a few key places so I could get up and function without battling the dust this morning. The work looks great, though, and I’m glad I wasn’t here to see it. From the inside, you’d never know there was once a door. Next step–take off the tiny porch and put a new one in where it belongs.
But today is not for remodeling or mucking out leaves. Today I feel like it’s the first day of summer vacation, with months and months of glorious time spreading out before me waiting for me to fill it with a lovely pattern of rewrite and rough draft. I love rewrites, where the story is already in place and it’s time to see what happens if you missed the bus and met a different person that day. Mmmmmm, I’m really looking forward to it. This is why I got into writing. I love the PR stuff and I wouldn’t miss it for anything. I adore seeing new opportunities evolve and the chance for me to take part in my publisher’s marketing that forces me out of my comfort zone and into the spotlight where I’ve learned to flirt and be charming. (snerk) But I started writing to write, to see words and characters evolve, to see a plan come together, to immerse myself in the “what if.” And when I’ve got a chunk of time to devote to it, it’s like vacation. It’s what I like to do. Really really. So . . . on to it! I’ve got so much to do until I can call this done and hit my easy button. It’s going to be a whole new story when I’m done with it. 🙂