Well shit. Of course I've just got my tomatoes in, and it's finally raining so they'll settle nicely, and there's supposed to be a frost tonight. Swell.
But, not a hard frost, so if I'm smart and cover them up, they should be all right. Now I just have to figure out what to cover them with. I"m sure I can come up with something.
I hurt my ankle at work yesterday somehow, which is really irritating me. It hurts something awful. But it's not like I did anything to it. It just hurts. This irritates me.
I wanted to find an excuse to call in sick on Monday so that I could go to the Best of Buffalo party that evening, but I have two very long eight-hour shifts I really do want to get through before then, so that's not really very helpful to me. I don't want to have to gimp around all day for two days in a freakin' row.
But my left ankle hates me.
I have been rereading the early drafts of Barbarians Novel and it's so very different... I don't know why I completely scrapped the old one. At this point it's a completely separate novel with utterly different themes. I think I may rework it into a prequel of the one I'm so nearly-but-not-quite done with.
But I need a break. I am going to finish this one, and put it away, and then start work on something simpler. Ugh. I am so tired of never finishing anything. I need to find a... something. A writing group? Would that help me focus? Or maybe I need a, like, project manager. I don't know.
But, not a hard frost, so if I'm smart and cover them up, they should be all right. Now I just have to figure out what to cover them with. I"m sure I can come up with something.
I hurt my ankle at work yesterday somehow, which is really irritating me. It hurts something awful. But it's not like I did anything to it. It just hurts. This irritates me.
I wanted to find an excuse to call in sick on Monday so that I could go to the Best of Buffalo party that evening, but I have two very long eight-hour shifts I really do want to get through before then, so that's not really very helpful to me. I don't want to have to gimp around all day for two days in a freakin' row.
But my left ankle hates me.
I have been rereading the early drafts of Barbarians Novel and it's so very different... I don't know why I completely scrapped the old one. At this point it's a completely separate novel with utterly different themes. I think I may rework it into a prequel of the one I'm so nearly-but-not-quite done with.
But I need a break. I am going to finish this one, and put it away, and then start work on something simpler. Ugh. I am so tired of never finishing anything. I need to find a... something. A writing group? Would that help me focus? Or maybe I need a, like, project manager. I don't know.