I came downstairs this morning and my box of Puffs with lotion was on the floor by the alarm dog’s bed. The box had been chewed, a good number of the tissues pulled out and chewed and still more just pulled out.
Now, a box of Puffs with lotion has sat on my computer desk for ages and he’s never bothered with it. Maybe is was the pictures of penguins on it? I buy them in bulk and this was the last box in the previous lot (8 boxes per package) from Costco.
So I don’t know if he’s acquiring some rather strange tastes when it comes to what he wants to eat or if I did something to piss him off last night and that was his revenge.
If he can get the box of Puffs now… he’s a better dog than I figured. It’s up on top of a CD rack on the top of the hutch. I have to stretch to reach it! I dare him to get them now…
Well today wasn’t a productive day on the writing front at all. However, I did do quite well on the Solitaire front. My wireless internet connection was playing silly buggers so I felt lost – not to mention pissed off – because I felt isolated with no contact to the outside world.
In the end, I think I wrote half a dozen paragraphs which I’m hoping will bring me closer to the entire scene I wrote last weekend.
Still, I plan on having this, my 5th revision of Sarah’s Gift, completed by the end of August. Guess I best find some inspiration, muse, motivation, and anything else I’m going to require to achieve this outlandish goal.
Finally, the air has cleared. It’s not wet with humidity. Oppressive humidity. The kind that makes you wilt as soon as you step out the door. The kind that leaves you in a puddle of sweat when you wake up in the morning. It was wonderful to step outside the door this morning and be able to breathe and not feel smothered. Even with central air, the upstairs of the house has been unbearably uncomfortable for sleeping.
Hopefully with the better part of 24 hours with low humidity levels, sleeping tonight will be a bit easier.
In addition to my Writer’s Block podcast I recorded and uploaded yesterday, I recorded a poem I wrote a few years ago for the CBC Literary awards. It’s called Through Someone Else’s Eyes.
I just uploaded my Writers’ Block podcast. Except for having to clear my throat once to get rid of a frog – how he got in there I do not know – but at least he was a little one, I think it turned out pretty good.
The scourge of bloggers, guestbook administrators and all of us who have e-mail. Thank heavens for filters. Otherwise, a body would spend all their time deleting spam and not getting anything else done.
And speaking of Spam, I don’t even like the kind that comes in the rectangular tin with the key to open it. A great favourite, though, in the Monty Python skits.
After going along smoothly, the words flowing out of my fingers, I’ve found myself grinding to a halt again. I had to stop and check a few details and formulate how I would work them in to my writing. Simple things, really… what train would my hero take from the nearby train station into Aberdeen? And once I got him to the city, what time would he leave? Minor details perhaps, but details that need to be accounted for.
Hmmm… wonder if maybe a counter on the wordsearch puzzles that would start at the first click of the mouse might add to the fun? Or at very least the competitiveness… What are your thoughts on that?
My Scottish roots and writing by Melanie Robertson-King
