Yesterday was national peanut butter and jelly sandwich day, so of course I celebrated by having a gooey, sloppy PB&J. My favorite is made with raspberry and the peanut butter so thick you can almost not eat it. It takes a lot of milk.
I had other plans for this week, but I find myself back at my desk with my computer turned off, plotting out another book. Fortunately I can use a lot of the prewriting research that I did for the first book I plotted out since I’m setting this new one in the old timeframe. Sunrise, -set, moonrise -set, moon phase, average temperatures are all the same. And even the first chapter I wrote can be used with a little tweaking. Even so, I’m not really happy with that first chapter. It’s not unusual for my first chapter to be completely rewritten between rough draft and submission, so I try not to get too uptight about it and simply use that first chapter as a way to get into the story. Fix it later. :-) I’ve got a very rough character grid sketched out, and a rough day-by-day breakdown of what I want to see. Today I’ll be taking that and fleshing it out into real chapters, hopefully bringing in some of the fun stuff I wanted to do. Again, it feels skimpy, but I’ve got a couple of new, unexpected characters, and that always shakes things up.
I bugged out of the office an hour early yesterday so I could weed out a few of the landscape beds. It felt good to get my dirt pants on and my face turned to the ground–and the physical labor forced a few ideas out into the open where I can work with them today. I told Guy I was yanking the dandelions from around the bushes so we can leave them where they belong in the yard, and he wasn’t amused. I believe his exact words were “We’re not going to make wine out of them!”