The previous post was a wee tad premature, since I found a Problem (having two files with very similar names. Opening said files (but only one at a time) while extremely tired and migrainous. No guesses who made some changes in one, and some in the other.) So two more days were spent calmly (!) displaying both of them side by side in Word, and comparing them to Editor’s notes, to be sure that the final file really was the one with ALL the changes. Including the changes made while transferring changes because there’s always something.
However, today very early the final file and its cover letter went off to Editor, cc’d to Agent as usual, as the morning progressed from wake-up before five by some animal in the walls, spilling cereal and milk on my desk (not then, but later) and the arrival of the HVAC guy to see why our AC was misbehaving. Sent it off, went off on my morning bike ride into very warm, very still, very humid air. Forgot my helmet (realized before the end of the street. Left bike propped on a tree and walked back. Rode off. Realized I hadn’t brought my water bottle. WAY too hot to ride far without a water bottle. Came home after first mile to get it. Did make 5.25 miles, eventually, with some other interruptions. HVAC guy was also checking the old AC in Derelict House (the “barn name” for the house next door that we bought to keep it from further harm to us and the neighborhood.) The old AC turned out to have been installed in 1973. Six years before we moved to the house we’re in. And the house has been empty for at least 10 years. So…it’s REALLY dead, Jim.
Ours, on the other hand, is working better, though it, too, is beyond its predicted lifespan. But still alive. Yay for that.
Following all that, there was laundry going on, something else I forget, and there was a long phone chat with Agent, in which we realized early on that some crossed signals had occurred and agreed not to let that happen again. All is fine in that department; I realized again that however skilled a writer may be, that doesn’t mean a writer is always communicating well with someone else. (And health issues can cloud the matter, too. If you’re in survival mode, just putting one foot in front of the other with effort, noticing the scenery or someone else’s state of mind, may not happen.) Then I struggled for awhile with an online business’s website, trying to get things done (having been told they could only be done from the website or the smartphone of a type I don’t have.) Gave up and decided to take a nap. Good decision. That project was accomplished this evening, clearer-headed, and I also managed a trip to the local small grocery to pick up some (but not all) of the things I was low on or out of. Yeast and shortening have been achieved–I forgot I was also low on brown sugar, even though I found myself staring at a sack of Mexican sugar (which is good stuff–not white, but lighter than our “light brown.”) But I need DARK brown.
The plan is to start digging out of all the stuff left undone for..um…too many books…get more sleep, eat better, exercise, that kind of thing. Visiting friends I haven’t seen for months and used to see weekly. Putting in a fall garden (in aid of eating better. My two-pot herb garden is already helping some.) We have the raised beds, but they’ve gone to weeds mostly. Got a few tomatoes this year, but tomatoes don’t make it through the summer here anymore.
I made wild plum jam for the first time (the first time we’ve collected enough wild plums before the critters got them. It’s a lovely color and great on the homemade bread. The plums look almost like cherries, but they’re plums, all right. Very very sour and somewhat bitter (some more than others) and grow in little thickets, to about head high. The yield was a pint and a bit (quarter cup? Maybe?)
These are tiny, as you can see. But they turned into this:
They’re rather dry and hard-fleshed, so I didn’t try to make jelly, but cooked them down with sugar until the juice and pulp would go through the holes of that colander, and the seeds and skins stayed behind.
So this is what writers do when the writing is all done and sent away. Everything else. Laundry, folding laundry, cleaning, cooking, grocery shopping, sorting, packing, talking to friends on the phone or in person, talking to contractors about proposed work on a house, exercising, driving, trimming bushes or trees, pulling weeds, taking care of business that isn’t writing, taking naps, and (this is about to happen) going to bed on time, guilt-free.
I’ll be back in not-too-long to deal with those Vatta twins loose on Huygens Station.