In domestic news, yesterday we tied up the tomato plants yet AGAIN, because they are growing in a jungle like tangle and were flopping over in an alarming way. There are quite a few green tomatoes peeking out from under the confusion. I am keeping an eagle eye on them for signs of turning red.
We picked about a gallon of blackberries in the evening and I froze half of them. The other half await my whims in the refrigerator. Blackberry cobbler is highest on the list of possible concotions at the moment.
I am on the threshold of a novel (ha! wait for the pun!). . . proposition I have made to myself. I am wondering if I have the fortitude to see it through.
Hub Man has departed on a road trip for his work. He has to visit several places that have buses that need an adjustment made to them ordered from the manufacturer. He will be away one, maybe two nights.
This leaves me with some completely unspoken for, alone time. A rather large chunk of it to be exact.
So here's my proposition:
I propose to get out what remains of my first draft, and sit here and work on it non stop until the first re-write is finished. I figure if I treat it like my own personal NaNoWriMo blitzkrieg, I might actually succeed in getting past this phase of the writing, which is a bit of a slog and clean up the mess, job. There are pages of the first draft that are almost unintelligible, as I dictated them in Dragon Naturally Speaking. Maybe 15 pages are like that. I know sort of what I meant to be doing at those points, but I really need to get those taken care of. And the last two chapters are hand written.
I realize that I will be going through the whole thing AGAIN after this first time, because already I have found things in the plot and choice of words that needs to be fixed. But I refuse to start over at the beginning on the second run through, when I haven't even finished the first.
In any event, I plan to spend one hour this morning getting the house in order, and then, my job for the next 36 to 48 hours is to work on my book. Like a crazy person.
This should be fairly easy to do as I happen to have a crazy person in stock at the moment. Ready to ship to the funny farm. But before I do, I think I will enlist her services, and get this nagging job taken care of.
Anyway, that's my bold plan, early of a Monday morning, before breakfast, and before I have had the good sense not to share my mad idea with all and sundry here in public. So now, if I don't manage to pull it off, I will look like a dork for even suggesting it. But, as The Little Red Hen is wont to say from time to time:
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"Seize The Day!"
"Seize The Day!"