I’ve been doing some behind the scenes prep work on my website renovation. I picked an image for my banner, and have updated my social media sites with various crops of the same photo, and yes, I’m proud to say, I took the photo of red-buds in bloom.
I don’t have all the pieces in place yet. I still have colors to change and text to update. Before I go too far down this path, what do you think of the new look?
Is the font easy to read? Is this a place you’d visit again? Let me know in the comments or by email if something on this design is wonky.
I’ve noticed a disturbing trend in my life. I spend far too much time cleaning the house and not enough time daydreaming and writing. To alleviate this dire situation I’ve developed a new set of guidelines for keeping the house cleaner and lessening the time I must spend doing this dreaded chore.
1. No shoes in the house. Leave the dirt, leaves and pollen outside.
2. Don’t let the children eat crumb producing foods like crackers inside the house.
3. Dont let my husband eat crumb producing foods inside the house.
4. Prevent litter box tracking. Train the cats to use the toilet (and flush). I anticipate this will take about eight years.
5. Insist everyone, cats included, wear dust mop socks when inside. This should keep the floors cleaner, but may result in increased laundry.
6. Remove all toys with small pieces from the home to reduce the likelihood of stepping on a wayward Lego or worse, sucking a child’s “most important piece ever” into the vaccuum.
7. Ban all craft projects involving glitter.
8. Throw out everything prone to shedding. Oops – cross that out. I refuse to cut my hair even though I am the most shed-prone.
8. Invent “Hover Slippers” so no-one has to walk on the grimy floor. Sit down at computer and write the next novel.
For the second weekend in a row, I’m trying my best to resist the siren’s call. There’s an estate sale within walking distance of my house and a balloon festooned sign announcing the sale in my yard. This is a problem because I love estate sales.
Unlike the humble garage sale, which can be a great place to find bargains, the estate sale allows me to enter the home of a stranger and peruse their furnishing in situ. Even without the personal knickknacks often claimed by family members, the estate sale offers a glimpse into how other people lived. What furniture did this collector of depression era glass prefer? What did they read? And where did they sit while reading? And there is the problem, for me anyway.
I have the bad habit of buying chairs. My garage is a testimony to my love of chairs old and new. I try to only walk to estate sales since driving makes it much easier to load up on chairs. It wasn’t that long ago that I managed to drag home a pair of blue leather mid-century twentieth century chairs that I scored for $45. They are really comfortable. Perfect for kids and grown-ups alike, which is a rare feature to find.
I’m trying my best to stay on my work chair today, which is a lovely red sparkle retro-diner chair. But it’s hard to forget the twenty-dollar bill in my wallet and the desire to have an adventure. If I’m slow answering email today, you’ll know why.
What’s your estate sale addiction? Tell me and I’ll keep an eye out for you.
I’ve been busy today. I feel like a twitter fiend and I visited the ShyWritters blogspot for a Q&A. I facebooked and caught up on some board business for the Chesapeake Romance Writers. I polished and submitted my entry for the Finish the Damn Book contest (Deadline Oct 12.), and followed up on promotional items.
The one thing I didn’t do – Write. The day isn’t over, but I’m not optimistic. Sometimes it seems writers do everything but write. I don’t think this problem is unique to writers. I know plenty of people with office jobs who find the only time they can accomplish their work is outside of office hours because during the day they are just to busy.
With the weather turning tolerable (meaning lower humidity and temperatures under 90), I’ve finally begun giving my long neglected flower beds the treatment they deserve. I’m pulling the weeds.
My front walk flower beds became so overgrown this summer, that I hereby apologize to every milk man, newspaper and package deliverer who has graced my door over the last few months. I do not extend this courtesy to door-to-door marketers. They deserved to be slapped in the legs as a punishment for taking up my time. The others did not.
I pull the weeds by hand rather than spraying for three reasons. First, it provides a bit of exercise. Second, manual labor is cheaper than chemical sprays that cost money and probably add to the pollution in the nearby Chesapeake Bay. (Stepping down from my soap box – sorry). Lastly, pulling weeds gives me a deep sense of satisfaction. I can see and feel and even smell the progress. Chaos gives way to harmony before my eyes.
Weeding is a form of editing, act of destruction that allows beauty and creativity to thrive. Soon I will plant pansies or perhaps violas in the vacant spaces leading to my front door. A riot of color will greet me and I’ll smile.
So let me ask you, have you done any weeding lately?