Seriously, I’m not speaking in metaphors. My glasses were so filmy I thought for a second it was foggy. Today’s words are TGIF and why-did-the-recycling-truck-miss-us-yesterday?
Yesterday’s expected chapter and a half turned into a solid chapter, no half, so I’ll be smacking that keyboard into submission today to get my new chapter written in its entirety before I call it quits for the week. I like the changes I put in yesterday, simplifying the plot and setting up a conflect that wasn’t there before but should have been. Today will be one of choices, so I’ll probably be using a pencil and paper for a chunk of time before I dive in and start some dialog. My temptation is to do dialog and then sit on it the rest of the weekend, but I am feeling pinched, so will risk having to rewrite this one again and try to get it all on paper today.
Garden watch: I don’t know . . . I don’t think it got as cold as they said it would, but I’m glad I covered my hosta anyway. As Mud said, everything else can handle a little frost, but some of my hosta are heirloom size and variety, and I didn’t want them to start from scratch. Besides, if they die from frost, what will the deer eat? -snerk- I might just leave them covered since they’re still getting light/moisture, but the ones under buckets I did open. There was condensation on them, so maybe I saved them after all. Oh! And my cherry tree does have fruit coming. Not a lot, but some. Yay!
P.S. Why did my blog program suggest I tag this post with vacation, travel, and yoga? Yoga? Really? Was it the word pinched?