Planting nearly 40 bedding plants into ground approximating rock has
strained, sprained, bruised and throttled every freaking part on my body. Toes
included. (Really. I have no idea why those ten little bits of me hurt but they
do, and may I just say “Ouch?”)
This sunshine-baked torture took up the entire morning, only petering
out around 1pm.
So the fact that I’ve gotten zero writing done should not come as a
surprise to anyone.
Despite the toe-thing, I really did have a lot of fun, so I’m not going
to apologize for it. Jiminy Cricket and all his conscientious crap can go and
stick it where the sun don’t shine… at least for today… tomorrow I’ll welcome
the little fellow back to my shoulder with a tolerant smile and perhaps a
cookie.
I have not completely neglected my authorly duties, however.
I did, finally, write Ravenous Romance asking for an update on Writhe.
(You remember, that 15th Chloe Stowe novel that I turned in back in
the middle of March? Yeah. That one. *smirks*)
I was polite, pleasant and just a wee bit terse… With my luck, I probably
blew that career path right out of the water. *lol*
I haven’t heard back from them yet. I’ll let you know when I do.
Until then shall we all give me a little “Hoorah!” for stepping out of
my comfort (coward) zone and doing what needed to be done? A little confetti
and some cow bell might be appropriate as well.
And if I’ve just flushed my career down the drain at least I will have
done it with the cow bells ringing, sparkling bits of fluff in the air, fresh earth
beneath my nails and my tomatillos in the ground.
*smiles bravely… while maniacally
checking the work email*
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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