|You may never get sleeves.|
Which, obviously, otherwise I'd be posting here a lot more often because HELLO I have things to tell you about.
Like the fact that we harvested honey from our work hives last week and that my hive is about to go nigh-nigh for the season and that the garden is about to come down and that I made an awesome potato and kale soup without a recipe but just from my own pea brain and also I nearly snapped off a toe during a drunken descent from my Adirondack chair on Girls Weekend and...
|We harvested one million jars of honey. It was glorious.|
|White Trash Dinner Season is upon us.|
|I blame the champs for my unscheduled dive off the patio.|
|Potato Kale Leek Sausage soup. I'll have to give you the recipe sometime. Except that's basically it.|
Yeah. But then this pesky thing called work/life/100 hobbies got in the way and so here I am.
I've begun knitting a thing. A thing that, in a few weeks' time, will likely end up sitting unmoving in its lovely WIP bag (as seen above) until December.
Because in a few weeks' time, NaNoWriMo begins. Specifically, 18 days, 16 hours, 36 minutes and ... seconds from now.
That countdown is like the deathclock of any remaining free time.
Yes! That's right! I'm still planning to carve out enough time on a daily basis to write 1600 or so words during November and, in a month's time, 50,000 or more words all pressed together in what is my new NaNoWriMo machine.
|Sticker is not enormous - machine is just real small.|
I wouldn't say I'm getting *too* serious about the NaNo business, but with Scrivener on Mac only (although I just saw something about it being available on PC soon - oh.) and us traveling back and forth from the mountains regularly and me needing to be able to AT ANY MOMENT write a word, I figured I needed a buddy.
So, a buddy I got. And thank you to a very good and nice friend of mine who loaned me her Apple discount so that this buddy could be 15% less wallet sucking.
Anyway, what I'm trying to say with all this is that even though I've been quiet-ish around here lately, I don't *mean* to be, but in a few weeks - if it gets quiet again - I *do* mean to be. Because I'm using all my words elsewhere.
In a novel that, for once, even has a vague outline and - TEE DAH - some research applied to it.
Also, seed saving. I've been doing that. But won't be. In 18 days, 16 hours, 36 minutes and...