Sitting on the curb of the empty parking lot of the store where they let me play the organ…
Central North Carolina wants to be the coast of Britain. Good lord, it has not stopped raining since I landed in RDU last Wednesday. Coupled with the fact that my husband Michael has been away on business all weekend, and my two-year-old has not been outdoors at all since Friday… yes, excitement all around.
Writing has been not exactly scarce, but a little scattered. Since I left a week and a half ago, I managed around 10,000 words, which isn’t bad. I’m not precisely sure where the words came from, but I know what Scrivener says, and I have a tendency to believe it rather than my own feelings of inadequacy. But as I mentioned before, there’s literally nothing I can share that won’t spoil the first book. So, guh. I will sit with my chapters in the dark and smile, and hope that I’m getting it right.
I am looking forward to planting my garden, soon; after rain, comes sun. There’s always a glut of it in the summer around here, and I have to remember that. Positive thinking! Positive thinking! I will feel better when I am surrounded by lavender, sage, and basil. I will, I will.