82 thoughts on “Working Wednesday May 13, 2020

  1. Today, lots of school stuff with the kids. They both have online meetings with their teachers, which. . . do not go well. Through no fault of the teachers, they’re doing their best. School ends early this year, at the end of May and I’m looking forward it. Not b/c we have anything great planned for the summer (we don’t!) but this has been stressful and unproductive for all of us. And I know it’s been harder (by orders of magnitude!) for many families.
    I’ve been running and doing yoga on alternate days which I know is good for my mental health and keeps me getting up on the days I’d rather not.
    My” should” is laundry. I should do some. I should do a lot and actually fold it and put it away.
    I will probably end up baking cookies and reading instead. Reading has been very good for my mental health lately.

  2. I’m working on work this week – well every week actually – trying to keep myself from not going completely nuts working from home with back to back video conferences.

    On the one hand not having to go to the office is great, on the other, living alone plus working from home, means that work bleeds into home more than the other way around!

    I did manage to put together a new h9me office chair – 8 weeks into WFH – and I only needed to re-do 5 bolts out of the 15 because I got things the wrong way around, so that’s an achievement! But I was reading the instructions, no maybe not 🙂

    Jenny, it’s been great coming here to the community you’ve created, particularly now; meeting Lily, Fin and the team, hearing how everyone is surviving/ thriving/ coping during this, and as usual it’s always fascinating hearing about your creative process. So thank you and please don’t say you’re worthless when you might (theoretically, possibly maybe) just be having a fit of the “I’ve got nothings”, because you’re worth a lot to quite a few of us.

  3. The up down sides of life begin with the up: I’ve met with the surgeon and had the preliminary tests for a knee replacement in June. My husband even scheduled his hip replacement for August (after I’m driving again).

    The down side is that we just found out that our sister-in-law has all sorts of Covid-19 symptoms and is alone in her two-story house 2 hours away. When she was sick last year, we brought her here and took care of her. Now we can’t do anything because of our own health risks. It kinda makes us feel sick. By the way, she has tested negative for Covid-19 twice.

    Other than that, I’ve seldom been so happy. I have tons done on a dictionary tied to my research. Watching birds and animals is fun. I can’t find any Ivory Liquid dish detergent anywhere, so I’ll pretend I’m camping and use whatever I can find in the store.

  4. Just listened to my favorite podcast talk about one of my favorite books. Fated Mates just did a deep dive on Bet Me and it was amazing. Rereading it this week was exactly what I needed to make me happier.

  5. I had a serious case of the blahs over the weekend. I had great stretches of uninterrupted time that I didn’t take advantage of. Oh well. I keep repeating the mantra I learned here – I’m a human being, not a human doing. It does help!

    One source of my ennui was feeling like I wasn’t making any progress on the myriad of projects I have (I know – I had time, I could of done it but I was thwarted by that feeling). I’ve got two baby quilts that need borders, then quilting and binding. The big quilt I’ve been working on is still in the “those parts need trimming” stage. I realized that I’d trimmed them a little imprecisely, so they are getting a second trim. This does make the sewing process go faster, but it is quite tedious.

    I did push through and finish baby blanket #2 last night. The color scheme mentioned by the mom was “gray, with a touch of teal or something”. I think I’ve nailed it!
    https://www.instagram.com/p/CAIPSwyhB0v/

    Once I get the baby quilts done, packages will be heading out to the two families in plenty of time for the August arrivals. Now I have to get back to work work.

  6. Cross stitch. All the things. It’s Stitch May-nia, where I push myself to do more. My daughter said “Like NaNoWriMo?” Exactly. I’m planning to start a new project mostly every other day, which will end up with 20 projects – if I keep it up. I may have changed plans along the way already.

  7. Working at work online, where everyone has lost their minds. I read an article about how maybe the pandemic will get people to realize the value of slowing down. Ha, ha, ha. Not at my workplace, where everyone is so frantic that they might lose their job that we are all living in a sealed feedback loop of hellish speed to get more and more done, and self promote like mad. It’s panic-inducing. Literally.

    Otherwise, I’m working on tidying up the kitchen and making my leftover yarn scarf.

      1. Thank you! I already suffer from anxiety in a normal time, so I’ve been meditating every day and it’s really the only truly helpful thing to do for myself.

  8. Today is the last big day of our quarterly work, so I will be occupied with that until the end of the day. Then back to regular staying home life!

    On the agenda for the rest of the week: baking some sourdough bread (just fed my starter), probably with some herbs from the garden. Making sourdough chocolate chip cookie dough with some of my leftover starter. Going for a walk. Putting away some stuff. Picking out a couple of recipes to make from my ridiculous number of cookbooks. Reading a book.

    But first, back to the paying gig.

    1. How do you substitute sourdough starter for leavening in cookie dough? Do you have to adjust the sugar content to compensate? How does it affect the texture? I am intrigued.

      1. You can substitute sourdough starter in any recipe that contains flour and liquid. There’s math involved, but assuming your starter is half flour and half water, it’s not too hard to do. The recipe I’m going to use is from The Boy Who Bakes. He has already done the math. And as it’s a cookie recipe with no added milk or water, it involves getting rid of the water by browning butter and using only egg yolks.

    2. My main accomplishment this week is that yesterday I mailed out 7 postcards and 1 letter. It didn’t seem like much until just now when my phone rang with a reply to one of last week’s batch. The kid I used to read to is now 26 and a cop. I had been worried about her because of all the exposure to disease she gets on her job and was delighted to hear that she’s not ill. She did say, though, that the domestic violence calls have gone through the roof.I had heard that on the news, but didn’t realize quite how bad it had become. Yesterday one of the combatants sat on her partner’s face.

      The other thing I got off the todo list was mailing my niece’s birthday present. I bought a mug that reminded me of her months ago, but didn’t mail it because I knew the postage would cost a fortune. Now, with my favorite place to buy gifts unavailable, paying $9.90 in postage on a mug that only cost $5.00 looked less avoidable. It still drives me nuts, but at least they say it will be delivered on the right day. But it does seem woefully in adequate for a 40th birthday. I’ll have to send her an IOU. I just hope that my friend’s store survives this whole mess so I can shop there again.

  9. As ever, I haven’t done as much as I’d like. Instead of taking a week off, I havered over chasing for more freelance work until eventually doing so, and getting no response. I’ve been paid for recent work, so am temporarily abundant. I’ve mostly been gardening, including turning the compost heap and digging out old blackberries at the allotment. Photographed garden and allotment views (will process latter and post them later).

    Tracked down the back door installer and got him to adjust it so it would lock. Then no hot water this morning, but eventually sorted that with the plumber over the phone.

    Am finishing thirty greetings cards, made from my photographs. And have just emailed a 2,000-word diary for yesterday to the Mass Observation project.

    Heard last night that my close friend down in Surrey who’s been battling coronavirus for two months is now in hospital with cellulitis in her face (she’s had it before, but always in her foot); they’re also testing her for MRSA. And she’s on blood pressure medication (otherwise normally fit/sporty). I’m worried.

    Until I get more freelance work, my priorities are finally sorting out my workroom – it’s driving me nuts not to be able to lay my hand on things – and then doing my accounts and tax return. Although I’m absolutely fed up that the Tories seem to have done away with the simplified Short Tax Return I’ve always used and know how to fill in. I’m worried I’ll have to keep my books differently, too. And I don’t suppose there’s anyone available to answer the phone at HMRC, as there used to be when they had local tax offices.

      1. I had MRSA in my lungs and chest cavity and have a few thoughts on the subject. Unlike Covid-19 there are antibiotics that work on MRSA, so if it is that, it may be an improvement. However, like all lung diseases, it is tremendously exhausting. If you can send short, funny messages to your friend, it will be a good distraction because I doubt she has the concentration to read. Once I got out of the hospital, I lay on my sister’s couch and watched Bugs Bunny cartoons for days on end. And if your friend is already weak from coronavirus, this will really knock her out. My advice is to send her small, humorous treats every few days to remind her that life goes on and you are thinking of her. Anything that makes her smile without exerting herself will be especially welcome.

    1. I’ve had the lovely photo I bought from your site framed and hanging in my office for ages. I love looking at it. Magical.

      1. I enjoy seeing your photos of your garden over on IG Jane. So lovely and so different than California where I live…looking at photos of English gardens and dreaming of solving murders in the Cotswolds is what keeps me going.

        1. Whereas I enjoy quite a lot of American stories – our imaginations are probably crossing mid Atlantic. You might enjoy some of the UK gardeners I follow – Coyote Willow (= Dan Pearson) and Sarah Raven, for example; and especially garden photographer Clive Nicholls.

          1. Thanks Jane! May I recommend Gracerosefarm over on IG. She grows the most beautiful roses down in Santa Barbara, I’m looking at my ‘14 stem’ Mother’s Day bouquet right now, easily over sixty perfect blooms.

  10. Continuing the day job, from which I was planning to retire at beginning of last month, but extended for two more months as I can’t do much of anything I was planning to do when I stopped work (join a gym!). As thinks drag on, I a made my manager happy be extending again to the beginning of August, but down to three days a week. Looking forward to 4-day weekends. I have to remember how blessed I am to have a job where they are ASKING me to stay, when so many have lost their jobs or been furlowed.

    On the “should finish” home project front: planting flowers – which I have to keep covering up or moving inside due to the fact that we are STILL getting frost warnings and finishing making some masks that go over the ears instead on tying in back to that we have something to wear when the barbar shops and hair salons open up. (DH’s Barbar shop is opening May 20th, by appointment only; not sure about my hair dresser…)

  11. I’ve been playing a game with myself of guessing which person I see on TV has seen a hairdresser or is doing their own makeup. Do some have wigs in a closet that are kept looking perfectly coiffed? Some are struggling just like me. Yeh, I’m jealous. But then I look at a certain senator from the south who just yesterday looked like a hobo about ready to put all his stuff in bandana, tie it to a pole and hop a train to Kentucky. Yup, it’s the little things that keep me amused. And I only watch snippets of news. Just enough to go “argh”.

  12. Been doing the regular work and making slow progress. Any progress is good, but slow progress is onerous and seems bad. Especially bc it’s a project we’re behind on, and despite all the damn effort, not that closer to finishing. Makes me want to give up.

    Last night after work, I galvanized myself to do some things I haven’t in at least a week. I exercised, like enough to sweat and feel like I couldn’t move for a few (like 15 min, if that haha). I then worked on a baby blanket. My stitch size isn’t quite right, but I’m just running with it. Finished off the last of the blue, and made the remnant of the green work (had JUST enough!). Tonight, maybe, I’ll work on the two white halves. If I can get this done by week’s end, I’ll be ecstatic.

    I’ve been a vegetable at night for like the last three weeks, which stinks on many levels. I think it was the lack of exercise combined with addt. sugar eating that made me not do anything.

    May today be less busy so we can work further on that project. 🙏

  13. Hey, there’s a reason for fallow time. Trust yourself.

    Meanwhile, I have a new virtual co-worker–our daughter! She’s doing more WFH and suggested we revisit our “study buddy” video calls from when she was in grad school. We signed in, waved at each other, and then I finally finished an article about boat propulsion while she took care of 42 emails.

  14. Today I’m marinating. My manuscript got rejected by a publisher yesterday, but they invited me to re-submit a substantially edited version in sixth months, or send them something else in the mean time. My friend in publishing says that’s a really good sign for an un-agented author, so now I’m looking for ideas and inspiration and seeing if there’s anything I like enough to write a whole book about it.

    1. That IS encouraging! I don’t remember where I heard it, but someone said that the aim is to get BETTER rejections each time. So it starts out as a form rejection, then it’s a rejection with a few comments (but no R&R), then it’s an R&R, and then it’s acceptance (although not necessarily for the same manuscript each time).

      One caveat — make sure that the R&R suggestions make sense to you. The odds of acceptance after an R&R are still not good, so make sure you think the changes really will improve the story! Otherwise, it’s better to keep sending it out (as is) to other places (if there are appropriate ones), or work on the next book.

      And apologies if you already knew this. I’ve just heard too many stories of authors chasing R&Rs and getting totally overwhelmed by it.

      1. All advice 100% welcome! I’m waiting to hear back from a few more places before I make a decision about the R&R. Right now I think the changes they want would make it a tonally different book. A good book, but not the one I wrote. So I have to decide if that’s where I want to put my time and energy.

        1. I did that once. They rejected The Cinderella Deal and then made a bunch of rewrite requests, and I made the rewrite and it turned into Strange Bedpersons, which was so different I ended up selling the original Cinderella Deal to a different publisher. People still notice they’re the same plot, kinda.

          OTOH, my agent sold the original Bet Me after it had been sitting in a drawer for several years, and when I got it out and looked at it, I thought, “No, no, no, no” and totally rewrote it. So much better.

          1. Wow. Daisy and Linc are entirely different from Tess and Nick. And the college town in The Cinderella Deal is . . . oops, just wandered off into those books for awhile. Anyway, there are lots of romances about marriages of convenience. So what if you wrote two of them?

          2. People have noticed the similarities and commented on them, along the lines of “She’s just writing the same book over and over.” I really try not to do that, but in the case of those two stories, yep, that’s what happened.

  15. I’m not working this week. Taking a break after (barely) finishing the manuscript (third garlic farm mystery) that was due this past Friday. So I’m catching up on all the stuff I ignored the last two weeks, and pretty much doing anything I want, which so far has mostly entailed making masks, puttering in the garden, and playing with a manuscript that doesn’t have any deadlines. Sort of like Surprise Lily. But only if I feel like messing around with it, no deadlines, no pressure.

  16. Well, I forgot yesterday’s resolution to limit myself to one news hour immediately upon awakening (I know SCOTUS would not have ruled on the tax thing yet, but habit sent me to Twitter and the news apps). So. But, I remembered after that and have “gone” to work.

    I have also updated my version of Word and Scrivener for my new MacBook. I’m still struggling with the new keyboard, and I don’t write enough to justify Scrivener, really, but I was afraid if I don’t do it all right away I will lose track and stress about it when things get busy, so check that off the list. Oh, and I spent what seems like hours looking for window treatments. I’m not in love with anything I’ve found. I’m also not in love with the color in the new dining room. It still reads too yellow, but I’m stuck with it for now.

    Today I will purposely go outside to get vitamin D and I will move about more. And I will read.

    1. I use Scrivener for research and writing notes/ideas on my iPad, synced to my iMac via Dropbox. It works really well, except for the text formatting. I spend most of my time on my iPad nowadays, but of course not when I want to do a lot of typing.

      1. I plan to use it in a similar way. I really like how I can have everything lumped together for research. And, as I figure out my preplanning, I can see how it will help. I think part of it is the mental struggle of writing fiction instead of news, writing something really big, and writing for me, rather than for a deadline. So, it’s more me, than Scrivener. 😀

  17. I’m finishing the Arne and Carlos knitalong and am turning my squares into a vest, I’m sewing them together. I also made a stuffed hamster and hamster accessories to have behind me on Zoom like I just got a pet :p

    Not sure what I am going to do after that project-wise. I may have to go back to some old projects I am stalling on for various reasons.

  18. I had my regular, routine check-up with my PCP… over the phone, yesterday. Since I take and record daily blood sugar and blood pressure/heart rate, all that’s missing is my blood test. I’m not worried about my A1c because the finger sticks are consistently under 120. My blood pressure is always under 120/80. Heart rate is always around 60 – because that’s where the ICD pacemaker function is set. Next appointment, September, and hoping I can do that one in-office.

    Back to work tonight, no coworker. He’ll be working the day shift to help them with a maintenance project. It is a sad thing but true that all the Power Plant worker bees are old, the youngest in his mid-fifties, so the day shift needs that “youngest” coworker to get any major work done. Hiring is indefinitely frozen or we should be hiring youngsters and training them to take our jobs.

    Come what may, they’ll need to replace me by my next birthday. I’m going to retire.

  19. It has been a struggle to get into the office where all the stuff is yelling at me to get this and that done. So…today, first is to sort and file and load up another blue box for shredding. Then it should be lovely and soothing space to get to work.

    I gardened several days. Watched the birds at the bird feeder, the squirrel who very cautiously leapt into the back yard to forage at the bottom of the feeder. Tried to climb up to the feeder but could only go so far. Watched the hummingbirds. All the while the work work is yelling at me.

    So much to do in getting the other stuff, stuffed in bookcases, cupboards, closets, and the space under the stairs sorted and out. It’s a struggle. Charities and other organizations aren’t open to take the good stuff. And will they in the future? Everyone will have piles of it to give.

    Was out for my weekly shop yesterday with mask and gloves. My glasses fog up and get claustrophobic. Found all the veg, fruit and cookies.

      1. Thank you, Nicole.

        I keep forgetting about Dress for Success. I live on Vancouver area, we have many of the same organizations in Canada. Will look. Eileen Fisher takes back all her brand name clothes when one is done. She recycles them. Must remember gently worn I will pass on to Dress for Success.

  20. I’m sitting in the living room, staying out of the way of the painters who are redoing the interior of my house. First time in my lifeI’ve ever had a whole house done, and the funny thing is that I’m sticking with the same off-white it’s always been. When I knew I was going to go ahead with the project I tried to think of different colors but couldn’t come up with any particular choices for various rooms. So except for my master bathroom, which was painted a vivid Aztec blue when I had it completely remodeled a few years ago and which I still adore, the walls of my home will continue to be the same ever-popular Swiss Coffee they have been since we still lived in Sacramento. But they will be fresh and clean and the door jambs will no longer bear the scrape marks of Larry’s wheelchair— which is a good thing, considering that he has been gone more than 10 years now. The painters are also going to refinish my kitchen cabinets, which desperately need the sprucing up. That should make a huge esthetic improvement in the area. (The tile is still good and some time ago I decided it made no sense at all to invest in granite countertops when the truth is that I spend as little time in the kitchen as possible.) Once this phase of the redecorating is done, what remains is to replace the carpet, which is ugly and stained and worn. And beige. I hate beige, always have. I’m thinking of a nice blue or blue-gray, but I will have to see what’s available. I haven’t personally shopped for carpet since the 80s. But that part will wait till later. I find any disruption around the house incredibly stressful at the best of times and while I am delighted to be supporting local businesses now, I plan to take a break and wait for things to ease up a bit.

  21. I have plans big plans. Plant, wait no it’s raining. Install crown molding, wait U have nobody to help and power tools scare me, (really bad time to hurt yourself and go to an ER). Maybe paint my daughter’s ceiling. Or read critical care nursing articles on ventilators. Seems like surfing the internet is leading the list.

  22. Still working on the gardens. There’s a whole lot of construction and deconstruction involved, and as new plants arrive they go in. I fixed one section of sprinkler and can’t figure out what’s wrong with another so might need a professional. It’s nice to work on this, though, because each little piece of it is such visible progress. “Look, I got this spot ready for that tree! Hey, the new viburnum we put in last week is leafing out! It’ll be nice to have the bulk of the work done and move on to just maintenance, occasionally wandering around deadheading roses or harvesting some herbs for cooking, but in the meantime there is something to be said for the therapeutic value of tearing things out, putting things in, building and so on.

  23. Unloading the dishwasher while listening to the Fated Mates latest podcast episode where they gush over Bet Me, which is the only appropriate way to talk about it

  24. Between paid working and trying to catch up with mowing (SO very far behind on that), I haven’t had energy left to do anything else. Certainly not housework.

    Since I normally work from home, I always thought I never went anywhere. I was wrong. My dogs have now become accustomed to me being home all the damn time. When I had the nerve to leave the house for supplies, the younger dog displayed separation anxiety. When I returned home, she was a little frantic at the door and then I saw the pee in the kitchen…and the pantry….and the dining room. It was about 48 hours before I was allowed to visit the bathroom unaccompanied by Herself. Based on that experience, people returning to an office when restrictions are eased may have surprises when they return home.

    1. This is why my dogs stay locked in the guest room when I leave with access to the guest room bath which has a pee pad on the floor. Confined space and place to go with water bowl makes life a lot easier. At this point, they’re so laid back I think they just sleep, but it’s almost like caging them, except bigger.

    2. My dog tips his food bowl when he’s mad we leave. I’ve got two puppy pads, a towel and his mat underneath it… and that was pre-covid. XD Can’t wait to see how he behaves when we head back. T.T

  25. Experiencing major executive dysfunction. Nothing new, really. Still wrapping my head around the idea that there will be no public singing performance, concerts, or hymn singing, etc. for a long time. Just when I found this new old skill of choral conducting, not to mention the singing part that’s been the thread of my life.
    Artists are flexible, so there’s art to be made, just not so social and physically refreshing.
    Today I’m cleaning out all the myriad little bits in my Chrome bookmarks, I stow stuff there to check out “later.” As in, 2017. When did I read it, brought me no joy, so I trashed it, along with many old URLs. Marie Kondo would be happy.

  26. Both my daughters surprised me by arriving on Mother’s day and are staying until May 25th. This makes me happy and they have both been good about staying home so I’m not worried about contagions. They have decided the house needs decluttering – which is true – and we’ve been spending a couple of hours every evening throwing things away.

    This is exhausting me. I’ve got decision fatigue. I’m sure the house will be so much better when we are done, but I want to run far, far away.

    Today I spent an hour out in the sunshine watching the bees. One landed near me and it had bright orange pollen in its pollen sacs. I suppose it must be from the dandelions. I’d never noticed it before owning bees so it was really cool to really see them.

    I hear the daughters talking upstairs so I suppose they will be down soon to torture me into giving everything away. Don’t get me wrong, many things need to go, but they don’t understand my affinity for empty jars and boxes and I will be sad to see so many fun things that aren’t actually needed go the way of the dodo.

    1. Well if they’re fun, they sound worth keeping. I’m drifting further into make-do-and-mend as the lockdown goes on, so I’d keep stuff that might be useful – some of it, anyway. (I feel my post-war upbringing is finally coming good.)

    2. I sympathize with your decision fatigue but urge you to make some of them now, when you haven’t got other issues like moving or grief complicating things. When we packed up my Mom’s stuff after her death, we were all so discombobulated that now nobody can agree on where the family photo album is. Getting rid of some of the empty jars and boxes will make it easier to find what really matters to you.

      1. Mom was in her late teens, early twenties during the Great Depression, always saved lots of things she might need. Mother in law lived in the Arctic where everything is expensive and in short supply therefore save everything. Hard making decisions when grieving. Thankfully we packed everything into storage before Mom went into assisted care. I still have some bins and boxes in storage and some of mother in law’s too. No grief making the final decisions.

        Only having sons means throw everything out.

        Have fun with your girls, Kate.

  27. I am full of energy (which is weird). I cleared out the last of the invasive passionflower vine in the back yard, and weeded for good measure, so that’s now at a level of just keeping things tidy. Salvation Army opened for donations, so I took the stuff that had filled the back of my SUV (filled with the back seat down, so a lot) since mid-March. I went through the Easter decorations and set aside most of them for donation, because we don’t anticipate having Easter for 35 in Portugal, at least not immediately. And went through the last 3 boxes of Christmas decorations, which revealed very little I wanted to keep. Waffling between the corner cabinet in the kitchen or more garage this afternoon. And then I have to tackle the weeds in the front yard.

  28. I definately have to declutter-someday.

    I finished a batch of masks. I’ve run out of elastic so I’m packing that stuff away. I’m sure it will eventually come out again but I’m done for now.

    I filled out my primary election ballot and will mail it tomorrow. No in-person voting for me.

    The dog stroller’s rear right tire is splitting. It’s being held together by duct tape (duct tape/WD40) so walks are shorter. But the replacement wheels should be delivered tomorrow and our normal walks will resume.

    I’m trying to adjust to a new pair of glasses. I actaully thought there must have been a mistake in the prescription but the place said the one lense did change quite a bit. I’ve decided to wear them for 4-5 days to see if that’s true. I don’t have to drive anywhere for the next few days. And if I can’t get used to them it’ll be back to the eye doctor, whenever that may be.

  29. Haven’t done anything creative here. Lots of playing with the neighbour’s cat, which has been fun. And I’ve got a fantasy story trickling into my mind about women saving the world. Maybe with cats. Or bees. Bees would be good.

    1. I realize that I am hopelessly old fashioned, but what do you get by posting your fails on social media? Do people offer helpful hints about how to fix them?

      1. Also, don’t give up. Croissants take practice and a good recipe. My sister tried them once and when she showed me the instructions, it was obvious why they had failed. She tried this recipe that claimed to do away with half the rolling out, folding and turning and of course, they didn’t work. The puzzling thing was that the recipe came from a cookbook author known for his breads.

      2. No, it’s more about embracing mistakes, especially if they’re funny.
        I think it’s like fictional characters; nobody wants to read about the perfect; it’s our flaws, our mistakes, our get-back-up-and-try-it-again that make us interesting.

        Also if you’re not making mistakes, you’re not reaching far enough. The mistakes are as important, maybe more important than the successes.

      3. Too many people post so much perfection. It’s nice to show the time and trouble it took to get there. It helps people see, “hey, this can be attempted”. Sometimes folks give tips, especially if we ask for them. And sometimes it’s just, a record of what I did.

        I used to get caught up in perfection and it led to paralysing procrastination.

        That was just with day job and university studies. I still get tripped up sometimes but now I’m all about giving it a good try and seeing what happens.

  30. This week I took a success (the gorgeous cover my sister made for a novel I wrote last summer and have been waiting to publish; we found the perfect photo on unsplash) and turned it into a failure (took that novel and ripped it into four pieces. Three are now lengthy outtakes that may eventually get posted as free reads on the series blog) which is turning back into a success (the novel is going to be a much better book as it is now A Story instead of A Palimpsest).

    Also did post my first free read, a ‘day in the life’ thing that I wrote based on current events.

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