It is bloody freezing here today. W.B. and I went on a power walk last night and we were actually wearing our winter jackets. I was wearing my MIA jacket for the first time in two years, and it was so cozy. This morning I woke up, and after brushing the sleepy jacks from my eyes, I looked at the stupid short story I have been working on, and decided to use the delete button.
It was the most monotonous thing I have ever written.
So back to the drawing board.
Last night, I reamed out medicine cabinets, and all my old hair stuff and cosmetics, not that I am Tammy Faye, but there was half a garbage bag full of old crap. Muscle relaxers, cold medicines, old blush, expired MAC cosmetics.
I don't use the conventional cosmetics anymore, I use my own mineral cosmetics, they have absolutely no additives, just pure pigments. "Twinkle Dust" is my brand name, and if I get some more sifter jars, I will start selling them retail.
It was so cold this morning, that I had to relight the fire, I think it was down to 13C inside, so I just brought in a load of wood and it will take all day for the house to warm up. We do have a gas furnace, but, I hate to use it until it is actually winter, and then I just keep the house at 15C, and use the furnace in combination with the wood stove. We have a Tempwood down draft, it's ugly, but it works. If anyone is interested, I do have the instruction manual, and can photocopy it and stick it on this site. It's hard to find the manuals and the instructions.
What really sucks about this fall, is that the leaf colours are about as bland as oatmeal and raisins. There is hardly anything! I was told it was a combination of drought and the temperatures. What a bummer.
I am really angsting about puppies. What will be very hard, is not keeping one. Although, I might be so sick to death of dogs by the time the ordeal is over, I might never want to look a furball in the face. I keep researching dog pregnancy, and wonder if I am over my head. Then I think about everyone that has had puppies around here, and they don't do anything special. Some people don't even get their dogs their rabies shots for pete's sake. I just don't understand it.
Anyhow, I think me needs another cuppa. |
2 comments:
lisa, dont ever delete any story..recover it from your recycle bin and send it to me..get a second opinion..there is no such thing as a bad story..just one not expressed right.I wrote a 300 page(Ill show it to you when I hand over my albums to you) story in 1972 all by typewriter..even drew the sketches myself..it is a 16 year olds story but someday it could be fixed..or just be kept for memories.After all any time spent writing to share with someone..is time well wasted.
Wowzers! 300 pages on a typewriter, now that is dedication. I would love to see it.
There is something classy about writing on an actual typewriter. . . I still have my old vintage "underwood" (I think that's the name of it). It also brings back hazy memories of Naked Lunch.
I sent it to you, I am not fond of the ending, but I guess, it could be tweaked. I still don't know what I am expressing, and that could be the problem. It's been a long time since writing anything fictional, and looking back on the stuff that I wrote in college, well, I liked the old stuff a lot better, but that was when I was practicing, and had a mean teacher who hounded me. Who, I in retrospect, appreciate.
It's so easy to hit the delete button on the computer, all foibles and crap are erased in a nano second. Then you have a brand new page to start again on.
Guess what I found, in my clean up this weekend. . .2 crates of forgotten vinyl. LOL. Just more to love :)
Lisa
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