Is it wrong of me to be impatient for the year—or at least November 4—to be over and done with? I'm not the most, er, politically minded, shall I say, and election years pound in my reasons for that in spades. It's all too stressful and…I don't know, contentious.
But anyway, on to happier topics.
*muses for a long, drawn out moment*
Er…I finished my laundry!
Very exciting, I know. But I'm glad it's done. I don't hate doing laundry, but I don't exactly enjoy it, either.
Oh, yes. I completed the third draft (I guess that's what it is, anyway) of the story I mentioned the other day. So now I'm working (again) on the second book. Oy. It's harder, 'cuz I wrote something like 41,000 words for it, then decided I didn't like where it was going at all (despite my being a good two-thirds of the way through it), and so now I'm starting over. I'm trying to use as much of the text from before as possible, but in a way that makes it even harder than starting from scratch, because I'm trying to fit the old with the new, and it doesn't always…mesh.
As for other mundane happenings in my life…the fair starts this weekend, so my household is in chaos doing last minute preparations for it (I come from a family of procrastinators, I’m afraid). Because I’m not the least bit artsy-crafty, and I pretty much don’t like animals, I’m completely responsibility-free regarding fair projects, something I am very grateful for and don’t regret in the least. However, because I’m completely responsibility-free regarding fair projects, I’ve been assigned Cooking Duty—or, actually, I was assigned Cooking Duty a couple weeks ago.
I am not a cook. I mean, I can cook—following a recipe’s not exactly difficult, and generally there’s someone around I can ask if I don’t quite get something—but it’s not something I enjoy. (I prefer laundry, actually. Even if it means folding up a bazillion dishcloths in one load.) And after two weeks of it, my only breaks being Sundays (Mom still does Sunday dinner) and the occasional Scrounge-Day, I’m quite thoroughly tired of it.
But anyway, on to happier topics.
*muses for a long, drawn out moment*
Er…I finished my laundry!
Very exciting, I know. But I'm glad it's done. I don't hate doing laundry, but I don't exactly enjoy it, either. Oh, yes. I completed the third draft (I guess that's what it is, anyway) of the story I mentioned the other day. So now I'm working (again) on the second book. Oy. It's harder, 'cuz I wrote something like 41,000 words for it, then decided I didn't like where it was going at all (despite my being a good two-thirds of the way through it), and so now I'm starting over. I'm trying to use as much of the text from before as possible, but in a way that makes it even harder than starting from scratch, because I'm trying to fit the old with the new, and it doesn't always…mesh.
As for other mundane happenings in my life…the fair starts this weekend, so my household is in chaos doing last minute preparations for it (I come from a family of procrastinators, I’m afraid). Because I’m not the least bit artsy-crafty, and I pretty much don’t like animals, I’m completely responsibility-free regarding fair projects, something I am very grateful for and don’t regret in the least. However, because I’m completely responsibility-free regarding fair projects, I’ve been assigned Cooking Duty—or, actually, I was assigned Cooking Duty a couple weeks ago.
I am not a cook. I mean, I can cook—following a recipe’s not exactly difficult, and generally there’s someone around I can ask if I don’t quite get something—but it’s not something I enjoy. (I prefer laundry, actually. Even if it means folding up a bazillion dishcloths in one load.) And after two weeks of it, my only breaks being Sundays (Mom still does Sunday dinner) and the occasional Scrounge-Day, I’m quite thoroughly tired of it.
