I feel fortunate to mention that nothing very exciting is happening around here these days. Just typical household stuff: watering the vegetable garden, pulling weeds, sticking to the diet, which is less of a diet and more of a lifestyle change. I’ll never be able to go back to eating lots of whatever I want.
Of minor excitement, is our new front door. We’ve been living with a broken door for years, and when it got to the point that the silly thing would not stay closed unless the deadbolt was locked, we gave up and went shopping.
Let me tell you, our new door is awesome. Sort of steampunk, castle style and painted a gorgeous red. I will post a picture, but not until all the accoutrements are properly added. Even then, you won’t yet have the full effect. That will have to wait until June or so, when we’ve had the exterior of the house painted.
So yes. That is exciting, at least to us.
In other news, I am writing. Really. I am. It seems necessary for me to get angry with myself about my abysmal self-discipline where writing is concerned. I’m not feeling inspired? Who the heck cares? B-I-C and write, already!
There’s really no excuse for not finishing at least one novel a year. Two should be possible. Not perfected, ready-to-publish novels. But complete ones.
And on that note, it’s time to open Scrivner and get with it. If you feel inclined, please tell me what you’re up to for the coming weekend. That will give me something to do after I get some word count done.