I think I’m onto something here, gang. I loved yesterday’s news-free policy so much that I decided to try it again today.
Okay, you can’t avoid it entirely. I did see, when I logged on to this laptop, that Elizabeth Taylor had died. She was a beautiful woman, and certainly led an interesting life. As my grandfather would have said, she cut a wide swath. I admire people who get out there and live their lives, even if they make a lot of mistakes. After all, who doesn’t? And maybe hiding out and playing safe is the biggest mistake of all. Go, Liz.
Back to yesterday–it was an excellent writing day, in spite of a mammogram scheduled for two o’clock–and the morning was absolutely gorgeous, if cold. I broke for the screening appointment–necessary evils, mammograms, but my lovely mom is a breast cancer survivor and I take them seriously–and wrote more pages when I got home. This is unusual, because I am a morning person and usually I’m not good for much of anything after two or so in the afternoon. The story has taken hold of me, though, and that’s a good thing. Since it’s about half the length of a regular book, I’ll be done with it next week. Then, on to the new Parable series–after a detour to Artfest, that is.
The sunflower saga continues. The piece has left the “even uglier” stage for the “there might be hope after all” stage. It’s starting to look good again. Still, putting it up on eBay–all profits go to Spokanimal–scares me a little. I’ve given away art, and I’ve donated a piece or two to charity auctions, but this will be the first time I’ve ever tried to sell a piece for actual money. I can think of a thousand reasons why I shouldn’t take the risk, and two reasons why I should: even the smallest donation helps Spokanimal’s cause, and I think I need (have?) to rise to the challenge, if only because it scares me.
And that’s the news from my kitchen table.