It's so lovely to sit in the sunny dining room (with Mink) and type away. Also, my chair is right next to the fridge, which can be handy but can also be fatal, depending on whether we purchased anything particularly yummy with our groceries.
I'm still embroiled in the first draft, which means that all my words are used up and blogging is tricky. Sometimes I feel like I have a quota of words that I can use each day and, if I'm working furiously, I run out. So LOML gets monosyllables when he gets home, my brain feels like a wrung-out sponge, and I struggle to remember words like 'marmalade.'
Perhaps Mink should start a blog.
No comments:
Post a Comment