This weekend was especially good, because I didn’t get any rejections.
I added some wordage to my novel. I’m not totally sure what the increase is, but you can see the total above.
It’s a bit hot today. I’m sitting here in my shorts, drinking a beer, and trying to convince myself that I should continue to write.
Maybe I will. Maybe.
But my room is on the top floor, and it is really, very hot with no air conditioner, and certainly no central air. Come on. I don’t even own a cell phone, and you think I’ll have central air?
For me, central air is when I put the fan in the middle of the room.
Air conditioning is when I open both of my windows and get some cross ventilation happening.
I’m going to go rub ice pops under my arms now.
And for your enjoyment, the first of my garden’s growth:
And a far-shot of most of the garden:
Ice pops under the arms?
Ugghhh! That makes me feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.
Well…then I’m glad I didn’t go with my initial idea.
Creepy.
It looks to me like you did a lot of writing.
And the ice pops thing?
Freaking Brilliant.
I thought so.