Happy Hallowe'en!

"Trick or Treat!" That's what the doctor who scheduled my daughter's first ever colonoscopy for today told her!  I like a doctor with a sense of humor.  It's been a great week so far - other than that.  

We are bearing down on the end of the dreaded process called "copy editing" without too much gnashing of teeth or pulling of hair -- shooting for a publication date of early next year.  Thus far, I've written 15 chapters of the sequel - which really stunk the first time I subbed it!  For now I've had to shelve my favorite project, an historical memoir of my grandparents' pioneering experiences in Arkansas, Oklahoma and Texas.

Now, let me get to the only reason I intended to blog this morning.  I want to recommend the best free writing workshop you'll ever find.  It's called the Internet Writing Workshop, and it's offered by Penn State University at absolutely no cost to you, except what you're willing to put into it!  I assure you there will be pulling of hair, gnashing of teeth, and the sacrifice of your babies!  I also assure you it is worth well more than the cost.

Trick or treat!
Karen

What is it with me and Sundays?

After last week's blues, I had a terrific week.  The sun shone all week.  We pulled up most of the tomato plants, which are still bearing like a hutch of rabbits, trimmed back the flower beds, and planted a number of perennials, which we - or whoever buys the house - will enjoy next year.  Didn't get as much done as I should have on the book.  Perhaps the weather is accommodating my lifestyle!

We're having another cold, dark, gloomy Sunday.  So far I've managed to send my copy editor fifteen edited chapters.  Looking forward to the week!  May yours be similarly blessed.

Today is Sunday

Today is anything you want it to be: a day in the sunshine, a day to rest, a day to work, a day to worship.  Today was going to be my day to shine and go to church.  I say was.  Today is cloudy, dreary, and rainy here.

Now it is my day to ache and experience the misery of arthritis, shuffling from bed to a rocker in front of the televison, desperately seeking relief from pain.  Knowing today is also a "must go to the grocery store" day, I'm not encouraged.  No sun in the forecast, only more rain,

My options are:  buy food and sink deeper into the blues.  I can't even work on the novel until my editor sends me the next batch of edits.  Oh, woe is me.  Back to bed.