This is going to be a casual post. I’m wrapping up a proposal for a new project, so my head is full of editing right now. I love that part of the writing process. I get totally obsessed and everything just sort of stops. That’s why I’m playing catch-up. A box of tax receipts has been staring at me for a month, and it’s still there. My desk is also mess. Right now it’s littered with gum wrappers and my coffee cup, post-its, and a stack of insurance papers. (In case you’re wondering, I use the screen from my laptop but I type on an ergonomic keyboard. You can see the edge of it on the keyboard tray. Love my big keyboard . . . I’ve had it for 10 years and it’s missing all the letters except Q, Z, X, T and P.)
Did I mention the line edit for Marrying the Major arrived yesterday? This is my October 2011 Love Inspired Historical. The edit showed up on the doorstep at 8:30 a.m.. I was rushing out the door to the dentist so he could adjust the crown I got last week. The crown was too high, which means I had a toothache for about 4 days.
Just as I brought in the package from the UPS guy, the dog added to the morning by tossing his dog biscuits. The good news is that he did it in the bathroom and not on the carpet. He’s okay now. Something just didn’t agree with him.
I made it out the door to the dentist, got Starbuck’s, came home and did all the housework I’ve been putting off while working to finish the proposal. Vacuuming–check. Bathrooms–check. Four loads of laundry–check. Kitchen–check. My husband’s man-cave–I tried! In between the chores I checked email, looked at the newest LIH covers, emailed my editor, and loaded the dishwasher.
The best part of the day came when the chores were D.O.N.E. I took the “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire” option and phoned a friend. We talked plot and American Idol, bathroom faucets, family stuff and taxes. I have a rocking chair that looks out the front window, and it’s a great place for slowing down and having a good talk with a friend. A school bus dropped off a bunch of kids, and I thought of my son coming home from Iraq and my other son who’s in the middle of wedding plans. Life is good!
After the phone call, I went outside for some fresh air. We live next to a farm for retired racehorses. There are about a dozen that come to our back fence for carrots and peppermints. The big gray mare has been dubbed Miss Piggy by the whole neighborhood because she chases the other horses away. It’s great fun to feed them, even if the gray is hogging the treats. The dog must have gotten over his tummy ache, because he barked like crazy when the horses showed up. We call them Hartley’s buddies. You’d think he’d be afraid of them, but he’s not.
Dinner came and went. So did a neighborhood Bible study complete with chocolate cake. My husband watched a movie and I sat in my LaZ-Girl recliner with the laptop formatting P&P blogs including this one. That was my day . . . How was yours?