Motivation

I have some. No, really, it was over there just a second ago…

There is a garden in my backyard. The onions and green beans seem to be casualties, and I have a feeling that once upon a time, there might have been some corn, too, only if it ever existed, all evidence of it has been wiped off the face of the planet.

There are, however, the beginnings of peppers (red, green, and jalapeno), and some promising looking tomato plants. And basil. My basil will take over the world. These things are thriving. I am envisioning tomato, basil and mozzarella salad, fresh from the garden later this summer. I’m not quite brave enough to try making my own mozzarella, but there is at least one really good Italian deli between my office and the train station where I can get some.

The pool is also open. The water is at, oh, 72 degrees. Which you’d think would be plenty warm enough. That’s room temperature, right? I stood there on Saturday, up to my waist, my legs going numb, and had to berate myself before I could dive in all the way (“You fucking wimp. Move.“) Rinse and repeat for Sunday. Once you’re in, though, it’s pretty nice. Now if only we can have some nice weekends this summer – my parents and extended family got more good swimming-time out of it last summer than we did. I’d like to not spend so many Saturdays staring forlornly out the window while it pours and thunders this year, thanks.

Writing: rrrgh. Some. Lori has linked to a shiny new tool on her blog, and I’m mulling over the idea of playing with it, too. Problem is, I’m working on three stories at once (“Four!” insists poor Lil, as the demon that’s been chasing her for several months cackles). All told, the three amount to about 11,000 words and none of them are finished. Threnn’s has maybe one more scene until she’s (mostly) caught up to the present. Anna has two stories going at once – from a year of near-silence to suddenly-won’t-shut-up – and they’re kind of coming out in alternating sections.

Lil’s only about 2,000 words into her run, out of… I’m aiming for 6,000 or less. So, if I do stick a counter up here, I suppose it makes more sense to wait until I go back to Lil.

It doesn’t help that one of my ficlets would like to possibly be something longer, either.

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6 Responses to Motivation

  1. Itanya Blade says:

    I know, that tool is taunting me too.

    Taking that night off yesterday was a revelation. I thought about raiding briefly as we pulled into the movie parking lot, but then Wes and I walked to Walmart.

    Sometimes, it is fun to remember why I married him and how much fun it is to be around him.

    I am really looking forward to having Becky and Ethan over for dinner some this month. It’ll be teh hawtness.

  2. Lori says:

    You can have up to three meters at once.

    Come on, you know you want to.

    >.>

  3. Anna says:

    Ohhh I’m jealous. My garden is limited by the small amount of my porch that actually gets more than 2 hours of sun, so I mostly just have herbs. Though my basil is doing splendidly this year too.

    I *love* fresh tomato salad. Yum yum.

  4. Shannon Erin says:

    The onions died?! That’s a shame. Fresh garden onions are the best.

  5. falconesse says:

    I was SO bummed. They actually had some promise, but I didn’t realize that the temporary pot I stuck them in didn’t have holes in the bottom, and then it rained for three days.

    However, last night, my mother showed up with two corn plants and something that will either be squash or pumpkins (she can’t remember which, and they haven’t started to flower yet) and stuck ’em in the ground. So there’s some consolation.

    (I’m keeping my fingers crossed for pumpkins, by the way.)

  6. Itanya Blade says:

    Your garden has just become a place of evil.

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