I hereby re-christen the next five days: Getting Things Done Week. That means: querying five more agents for the novel; finishing the website scans; making something quick with the 2 pounds of figs in the refrigerator and beginning the next Eiderdown story.
Not that I have been idle. I knit a monkey. I put the third Eiderdown story into second draft. I folded my share of the laundry and took out the compost.
You know how the summer malaise can suddenly find you? Yup, found me. Yesterday I caught myself about to
bury my nose in the eighth Charlene Harris Sookie Stackhouse novel. Yes, I had a bowl of chocolate-covered caramels in my lap. Yes, I was washing them down with homemade peach soda. Gosh, I was having a good time, but then that was yesterday.
Chin up. Feet under the desk. Twitter off. Scanner on. Five days of work ahead. Hand me that thesaurus, would cha? I gotta look up another word for determination.
P.S. Work has its rewards. See that little orange thing? I pointed out a pretty feather on the floor of the chicken coop to my small friend, Anna. In return she gave me a fresh-picked cherry tomato. I immediately ate my finder's fee with some ground pepper. Too bad Anna's not hiring. Her stimulus program worked for me.