So.

So. It's a Wednesday and I don't have the day off. But. Despite all my expectations to the contrary, I managed to finish another chapter of the Draft Three revisions to the Vikings Novel. I'm excited about that-- I hadn't anticipated I'd even get to look at it, but while I was doing all that moving and cleaning yesterday I was pondering the differences to the end-- the whole novel is going to shift in tone, and will become much less frivolous and contrived, I think. I want to have a better handle on how the politics of the time really did work-- less national, more interpersonal-- and the ending needs to be darker and less... Pat. It'll be less of a romance novel this way.
Yes, I know, I'm writing the damn book all over again, but I'm trying not to be distressed by that. It's a learning experience all the way, i guess.

Maybe this version, I could let my family read and not be ashamed.

In other news, I put in a third planting of lettuce yesterday, and today did a third (tiny) planting of snap peas and regular peas, just because there are seeds left over and I'm curious to see if they'll actually manage to grow without getting killed by the heat and bear fruit before the frost. So we'll see about that.
Have been getting reacquainted with the garden, which went a bit to weeds while I was house-sitting and thus not puttering in my own garden every morning. There's one fascinating weed that's popped up, about eighteen-twenty inches tall, five-pointed leaves, and these bizarre and elaborate flowers at the top. I'll take a picture and post it-- I've never seen anything like it and it's just so odd.
Yesterday I made stir-fry for dinner with home-grown vegetables, and unwisely cut up a jalapeno with no hand protection. But, I knew it wouldn't be very hot-- they haven't been-- so I just used my thumb to de-seed it. And JESUS, my skin started burning a few minutes later! Under my thumbnail, on the backs of my second and third fingers, and across my forehead where I'd pushed a wisp of hair out of the way-- I joked I felt like Harry Potter with a burning mark on my forehead, but then I quietly went into the bathroom and Solarcained the hell out of myself to try and ease the burning.
I then proceeded to accidentally burn the palm of my hand with a match head, like the clever person that I am. Solarcaine didn't numb that or the jalapeno burning, and no amount of washing would remove it, and so I am extremely proud of myself that I managed to ignore it and finish Ch. 2 last night.
I just did last night's supper dishes, though, and now my hand is burning again. Motherfucker! It hurts!
And no, the stir-fry wasn't at all spicy. It wasn't a hot pepper.

Unrelated: This is grim, yo. It's bad when the weather forecast doesn't bother with cloudy or sunny or any of that shit and just says "hot". (Likewise, it's bad when it just says 'cold', but at this point I can't even remember what that's like.)

she was a fax machine

i always misquote the first line of this song. And then I ponder: what does a fax machine have to do with keeping the motor clean?

Hm.

I will state for the record that Anderson's key lime flavor is quite good. Dave had it with strawberries. It was excellent.
My diet of late consists of not eating enough at meals and then eating too much frozen custard. It's ok, I take vitamin pills so I won't get scurvy.

More tomatoes will be ripe tomorrow and then maybe I'll make chili. Friday, Anderson's flavor is Orange Chocolate Marnier, which is the best flavor ever. Ever. I have Friday off. At this point all I can think of is sleeping. Yes. On a day off, I would sleep. Yes. And rest my aching calf muscles. But I also want to keep going on the Vikings Novel. I am beating Ch. 3 into an exciting new shape. Comments are suggesting that there are people who haven't figured out who the hero is. This confuses me, but excites me as well: can it be, that I have secondary characters worth the paper they're not actually printed out on? Holy crap! *does a little dance* *only not really: legs really tired*
BTW, will respond to comments in moment of greater coherence. I.E., not this moment.
Yes, I really think Draft Three is going to be The Draft. This one's going to be a novel worth reading, boy howdy. I got a way better ending cookin'. I just ain't wrote that part yet not even in a rough draft format cuz I ain't really figured it out entirely. Crap.
Eh well: it's an adventure.

Golly gee whiz do I ever need to get me some sleep.
*zonk*