End of August
My favorite season came early this year. When is that? It’s when there’s “clear-sky, middling humidity, cold at night, warm at midday” weather, with light from 6AM to 8 PM, when the trees are showing a hint of color, perennials are drying out for fall, and the grass is vivid green again, when the cicadas are winding down and the mosquitos are dwindling but the tree frogs and crickets are still going strong—that’s my favorite season.
It’s usually mid-September, but this year the heat broke mid-August and it’s been glorious for a week straight now. I’m totally soaking it up. Which, yes, is affecting my “productivity” such as it is. Spending even more time than usual watching birds in the yard and reading in the shade/sunshine depending on time of day and intensity of UV.
Yesterday I did all the things I intended except writing, which I did only on blog and in my writing-prompt group online, not in either WIP. But! Every new is a new opportunity. So I’m told by all the peppy online productivity experts. Relentlessly told, even. Anyway.
Today started with a nice soaking bath, because why not, I was feeling achier than usual and there’s no one to tell me I can’t bathe in daylight hours. Breakfast was once again a tasty indulgence of roll + butter and jam. I was accompanied by Pippin, who was quite vocal this AM asking for his kibble soup and demanding swoosh toy time as well.
Logged into the computer to learn that Rough Passages has been awarded a fancy badge by the Indie Author Project program, joining Controlled Descent, which was awarded that honor back in the first year the program was around. That means both my Book 1’s are in their commercial-partners program, so I could potentially get a few dollars a year if people read the Bibliobard library ebook and then decide to buy their own copy.
I have played all my daily brain games, done my duties as Destroyer Of Invasive Rodents, and later today people are coming over to enjoy my introvert haven with me. There will be quite time with books and/or projects, food, and eventually some TV viewing, probably Disney movies from the early aughts era I missed. In between now and then, I’d like to get in some writing.
I’m enjoying Apple Music’s ability to keep playing “similar music” after a curated playlist finishes. Some playlists work better than others. For example, I love the Chicks and Tift Merritt, but that doesn’t mean I want to hear Garth Brooks, f’rex. I can do hours of P!nk, but cannot handle single Beyonce or Megan Thee Stallion song. (I respect their music. Cannot LISTEN to it. Same as with Bob Dylan.)
Or maybe I’ll start a list of books I’m reading or rereading, not because I think anyone else is interested, but because I really should keep better records, and none of the online review sites really do it well.
Onward with the day.