I find it incredibly odd to be sitting here and not editing, reworking, revising, adding content, and muttering under my breath at my novel. What's a girl to do when she's finally reached The End?
Well, the first thing that comes to mind is I need a serious break from my laptop. I've been hunched over this blasted thing for weeks as I've polished and tweaked and tried to make Drew In Blue a better work. I believe it is.
I'm just gonna miss the guy. I'm so used to hearing him in my head. I forget he isn't real, and he no longer has a need to be banging about in my brain as he's been doing for a year now. Maybe I'll talk to him anyway. He has self-esteem issues, I'm sure he'll stick around until he's feeling more confident about moving on.
Obviously, the querying process will begin. Lord knows if I'm doing that right, but I guess the only way to find out is to click on Send and see what happens.
But, I'm done. I'm like... FINISHED, guys. Okay, maybe I'll find something I want to nudge around a little, but I'M DONE.
Okay, I know I can focus on the WIP I started before reworking Drew. But give me a couple days off from writing, k? My eyes need a break, at least until my new glasses come back from the optical lab. I'm going cross-eyed.
I know. I can start packing for my Greenville trip. I have a wide variety of striped socks to sort through. I need to decide which striped and argyle socks I want to bring with me, and which need to be left behind.
You may think this is a pointless exercise, but you've never seen me pack before, have you? Sadly, I inherited my mother's obsessive need to bring everything she owns on a trip. She packs for all contingencies: Rain, cool weather, freak heat waves, food spills,tornadoes, hurricanes, government collapse, alien invasion, and spontaneous total implosion of the planet Earth.
She might be dying in a vortex of fire and gravitational upheaval, but at least she'll be wearing clean underwear.
Knowing that I am a compulsive packer, I've started early and can proudly say that after five rounds of elimination, I've whittled all my product down to one cosmetics bag. And I can zip it closed with ease. It fits in my small duffel bag with my undies, my socks, and all the items I'm qualifying as accessories to my accessories, i.e. curling iron, shampoo/conditioner, emergency bottle of ketchup.
What? I need ketchup. I can't be caught with my Heinz out of reach. Sheesh.
I'll have to find something to do with myself next week. Yes, I'll putter around in the garden and try to figure out a couple Migrant Garden failures I've discovered.
My tomato plant has quite a few tomaters growing, and some are starting to head toward the red zone. But I have a section of yellowing leaves and I don't know why. I must research whether I'm killing the plant, or I'm getting attacked by some freakish form of tomato scurvy. Also, my cukes started to produce teeny tiny spiky cuke preemies, but today I noticed a couple had turned brown. Not sure if the heat waves is kicking my cukes' butts.
Watermelon plant is dead, but I knew that was coming. It never really had a will to live anyway. I'll be pulling the plug this week. My beans rock, and my peppers are fine, and my oregano is growing like it's sucking back Mega Man Protein Shakes.
I think tomorrow I'll try to start getting myself on a walking schedule again. I don't want my tushy getting more cushy again when I've gotten it to a more respectable size, you know?
Let's see, what else can I ramble about?
Oh, I had an itchy palm yesterday and meant to play the lottery. Except I forgot to buy a ticket. Which means I destroyed any hope of the sudden windfall my itchiness signaled. I did go up to the convenience store, but got sidetracked by a woman with a brand spanking new Iphone trying to convince me she needed me to fill up her gas tank for her. Rule of thumb when panhandling: Do not flaunt having a better phone and a better car than the person you're trying to convince to give you money, okay? Okay. Let's do better next time.
My god, it's hot lately. Is everyone else sweltering? I am. I hope I'm sweating off a couple of pounds to justify my suffering. I have an air conditioner, but when you have the blistering sun pounding down on an uninsulated roof, your second floor lair gets a little toasty, technology be damned. Keeping with the trend of a noisy summer in Pennsylvania, it looks like we have more severe weather coming tomorrow. Guess I should keep my camera handy and see if I can get another picture on the news.
I have no other randomness coming to mind, so I will sign off and go to bed. And try to figure out what to do with myself. Toodles!