Well, here we are at the start of another week, which means wrapping up the week before. Lemme warn ya, though, it wasn't that exciting of a week...
I did write. I got out 3025 words over 3 days. Then I fell into the lazy pit. I think I have a title for the book now, though - Song of Dream and Dragon. Although, that doesn't feel quite right. The dream part feels right, but the dragon part... not so much yet. And the song part? Meh. Dream of Dread and Dragon, perhaps? We'll see.
Marketing went rather crappily this week as FB twisted the rack on me. When I switched marketing images to one without the word 'dead' in it, things went easier, but for pitysakes, how does one talk about FB's forbidden subjects without using any of the forbidden words? Nope, still don't have the funds to pay for marketing, so there ya go.
Not much reading this week.
In baking news, I made Irish Soda Bread, which is so insanely easy I wonder why I never tried it before. Oh, yeah, buttermilk. I never have buttermilk in the house and I thought making my own would be a PITA. Turns out, it's not, so there ya go. I made chicken stew to go with the bread. Mmmm. And yesterday, I made pizza. Yum.
On the activity front, I was pretty much a toad last week. We did get one walk in and I did some stuff in the greenhouse, but other than that, nope. Weight:? - don't ask.
The inside of the greenhouse looks like a rainforest. Still only two tomatoes, but plenty of flowers on all three plants. I planted the three peppers from the rescue I did at the feed store. They're doing okay, but they came with issues, so I'm not holding out too much hope. I thinned the carrots again. Then I watered everything and fed the food plants (with store-bought food this time... the weed tea stinks so bad I'm giving that idea up.) I'm thinking about taking more of my potted trees and transplanting them back into the wild - to free up space in there and to give them all a better chance at thriving. As long as the deer don't eat them, that is.
Speaking of deer... The deer are pretty much all post-pregnant and they're starting to bring their babies to the yard. Yay. In Boo news, several of the deer have developed a taste for my irises. When I see them eating my irises, I go out and chastise them, but they don't care. One of the does looked up at me with an iris leaf hanging out of her mouth and then proceeded to munch it whilst I was scolding her. On the upside, they haven't bothered my second redbud tree - Rudy - yet.
Not much else going on around here. I'm hoping for a better writing week and to up my activity. Tune in next Sunday to see how that goes. Anyway, thanks for stopping by. Feel free to chat about your accomplishments in comments. Peace out.