Since the weather is nice, I went out into the garage to move my baby trees out onto the deck. Elmer, the elm tree I planted from a seed last year, has loads of little leaves. He's just a stick with green popping out all over it right now, but it looks like he might be trying to make branches in a few spots, too. Yay. I was inordinately happy to see Elmer had lived. Also, the twins - the two tiny cedar transplants - are alive, too. They have new growth, too! Yay. I will move them back in if the weather turns nasty.
I've been trying to write AND edit on the same days. Two different books, of course, but yah, it ain't easy. I think I just need to get into the swing of it again. I only edited yesterday. Well, actually proofreading, but I'm still making notes and tweaking things. My beta readers did most excellent jobs, but I'm finding things we all missed. This tells me that the book was
gripping engaging enough to pull readers past missed words here and there, so it's all good.
After seeing damn near everyone using gripping in their title info, I'm beginning to hate the word. Not everything is gripping, damn it.
We have a red-shouldered hawk that's been hanging out in our woods. Here's a photo of it.
Hey. Wanna see a picture of my naked buns?
I need to get a fishing license for this year.
Someone came walking up the hill yesterday. He went straight up my across-the-road neighbor's driveway, up onto their porch, and stood there. I never saw him knock. Then he left. Not sure what was going on there. I think I might know who he was - his property butts up to that neighbor's on one side - but I'm not 100% sure. I've only seen the dude with his wife and alone he doesn't quite look the same.
Isn't it weird how sometimes you can see someone out of their usual context and you don't recognize them? Or it that just me? In Colorado, I used to hit the thrift store regularly and I got chatty with the owner. Once day a gal comes up to me in the store and starts talking to me like she knows me, and I had no idea who she was. Basically, I made small talk with her for like ten minutes without knowing how she knew me. After she walked away, Owl whispered in my ear that she was the owner of the thrift store. ROFL
If I ever ran into any of you, I would be totally clueless - mainly because I've only seen pictures and have never met any of you in real life.
And on that note, I'll let you go. Feel free to drop your this-n-thats in the comments. The more the merrier.