can it be? the rain has actually stopped? is that...sunshine i see outside?
yes, it's true. my bucket of rainwater is actually filled to over-flowing, and i had already bottled some up in the middle of the week. where will i put it all? i have to get going on this herb garden i keep thinking and scheming about. and garlic. home-grown garlic.
i'm getting harassed in comments on my own blog. sheesh. i was thinking about it this morning, before i read those comments about me writing and such, and it seems that writing has just taken a back seat to other crafts at the moment. over the last week or so i've been kind of caught up in my textile-related crafts. my brain is just working much better on that level. it's busting with ideas for fabrics, while shying away from anything to do with words.
i've written two paragraphs, however, in the past week or so. but, the fact is, i'm not totally into it. and it's just so dry and alienating. here's what i'm figuring...if i do
nanowrimo, i mean, really force myself to do it, then at least i will plow through some awful writing. because that's where i'm at right now. really, truly terrible writing. emotionless. far from elegant. so, i do that, and come out the other end able to produce something that is worth asking people to take time to read and think about and discuss.
my extremities feel like ice cubes. i believe the apartment is colder than the outside world. i should ride my bike and go pretend to appreciate art. hmmm.
