Feral women and first birthdays

 Had the absolute pleasure of celebrating my youngest grandbaby's first birthday.  Nisi will rule the world someday with her sister and cousins, I'm sure of it.  Her brother will look out after them.

Went to lunch Saturday with two women I hadn't seen in far too long.  We graduated together and haven't seen much of each other since.

We had the best damn time.  And yes, we are feral women.  We are powerful, outspoken, and intelligent.  We work hard, pay our bills, and know our worth.  We make no apologies for being ourselves.  Going to try and meet up once or twice a month now.  

Wrote over 5,000 words on Canary 2: DD yesterday.  I was in the flow and feeling fine.  Right around 20,000 words now.  Loving this story.  Mercenary Girl isn't loving life, but I'm here for her. 💕

It's been a wonderful past few days.  Hoping to continue the trend.  Have a lovely week!

Always writing*

Canary 2: DD

Queries for Canary-sent.  Working on Canary 2: DD.  Started September 1st.  Currently at 12,751 words.  Skipping about, but that's fine.  We go with whatever works.  Mercenary Girl is not doing well.  Her arc is concave and not convex.  

I would like some encouragement.  Feel like I'm paddling uphill with weights around my arms most days.  Me=busting my ass.  Party of one.  Is that whiny?  I don't think so.  People are continually told to suck it up.  No complaining.  Deal with it.  That's incredibly unhealthy.  So I'm throwing it out into the universe:  I need some encouragement!!!  🥳

Outside day tomorrow.  Working on the lawn and whatnot.  I'll get out early since Oklahoma is still hot as hell and trying to set record temps.  😒  The audacity.

Guess I'll get back to my smoothie and writing.

Have a Monday.  😐 That's all I got.

Always writing*

Eclectic

I often think of myself as a kaleidoscope.  Shine a light on me, and there's no telling what colors and patterns I'll show you. 

I store factoids like Pac-Man eats those little yellow dots.  I want more.  I NEED more.  Then I'll pop them off like those little plastic bottles where you pull the string and confetti blows out.  I'll surprise us both.  It's endlessly satisfying.  

It has come to the point now where my wife says, "I'm not surprised you know that."  And I laugh.  Because I read or saw or heard it somewhere.

Growing up in the seventies, I read everything I could get my hands on.  We had books about science at the house.  Do I enjoy science?  Some of it.  But I wanted to read.  So I read.  I read the dictionary.  It would give me the synonym for a word, I'd thumb to that page and then read from there.  Parents bought a set of encyclopedias.  You guessed it, my nose buried deep in those, too.

God, I love the Internet.  I had one of these:

Circa 1980.  I was eightish.  Words matched to definitions.  Spelling.  Learning all with words.  I loved this like no other.  🥳

I'll keep going down rabbit holes and learning about white matter, beyond the pale, and how to cook hearts of palm.

Never stop learning.

Always writing*

...and shining 🌞

  

And some days, we struggle.

It's been an off-week.  Doc appt eight yesterday morning.  Fasting lab.  Then drove to have lunch with a friend who is having a serious operation next Tuesday.  It was a three-hour lunch.  She needed to be able to talk, and I was more than happy to listen.  The Honey has been teleworking since her knees are being even worse than usual.  Replacements are scheduled.  The waiting is pure hell.

I'm out-of-sorts.  I don't do well with that.  Bad headaches the past three days.  That's the stress letting me know it's present and accounted for.  

I know some of it is my all or nothing mentality.  I spent Monday-Wednesday querying.  Literally 9-5.  Exhausting but obviously worth it.  I've been working on Canary 2 in bits and pieces as this week has not been temporaly kind.

Tomorrow is:  grocery shopping, laundry, dishes, trash, cleaning.  😑

Maybe I'll get my groove back Sunday.

Maybe.

Always writing*

...even in fits and starts

Editing

 Oh, the joy of...bullshit.  Utter bullshit.  I enjoy editing as far as tightening the story and choosing better words and phrases.  I like shading in areas I didn't have enough descriptives.  Yes.  Yes.  All that.

But do I enjoy editing as a whole?  It's tedious, and I have a hard time focusing sometimes on the smallest of things.  I find my mind wandering and have to go back, AGAIN, to try and read the damn paragraph over.  

I loathe writing the synopsis.  In comparison, editing is a walk in the park.  In the dark.  With an iffy flashlight.  

Am I writing this blog to simply bitch?  Why yes.  Yes, I am.  Instead of editing?  😑 Damn it.  

Always writing*

...except today.  Today I'm editing.