What Are You Doing?

And speaking of editing me book. I was a 1\3rd way through the final edit before sending to publishers, but due to hanging out with you folks, I'm starting from scratch and incorporating trimming. The intro, the only large chapter is roughly 6000 words, I've trimmed about 500.
Most chapters are 2-3000 words and have yet to be trimmed. So cheers !

The intro is long because it's my history from single digit age to to my full healing @ 47
All the other chapters deal with single elements of the healing journey, thus they're much smaller.
The largest one is about Fear, Doubt and Shame, so that's going to be about 4000 words.

 

Catching up on here, and debating whether to get stuck into more French.

 

Actually being productive for once. Got up early, met my partner/mentor at our unofficial office, (a local gym that does a lot of community outreach stuff, we help them with a lot of that so they let us use a backroom), picked up some pictures he printed up, talked equipment, picked up breakfast, spoke with the bank figured some finical stuff, and got some laundry started. I have no idea where my pants keep getting to. Now just need to, mat a picture for a show, orgnise some files, plan another show, and cook up some sausage for dinner and I`ll be satisfied with today. Feeling like my tendency to want to try and shove a lot into one day is partly why I put so much pressure on myself and burn out. Trying not to do that and I think i`m falling into a adequate routine.

 

I would never discuss my finical stuff with a bank! That's between me and my doctor.

 

Had dinner with the boyfriend, went to get supplies for breakfast, and we talked about going to Kew gardens tomorrow.

Depends on how he feels though, he's been on a burnout this week.

 

Getting ready to go in for my Saturday morning class, after which I'll be coming back and battening down the hatches for the typhoon. It's raining already, but not due to really kick up until tomorrow.

 

Should sleep but instead I'm writing a letter. Who needs sleep, anyway?

 

What..all of them?

 

Waaaaahaaaah haaa!
ahem

 

Done the grocery shopping, well, most of it (I need to go back another day for some things) time to go home and prepare for the week ahead.

 

Those typo fairys strike again. Totally not just me not paying enough attention while phone typing.

Just felt off yesterday so took a mental health day and cacthing up on Sundays designated laundry now. While planning out the month and prepping for a meet the artists tonight. Debating making brownies for that.

 

Make the brownies. They will help.

 

*fairies*

 

Hopped over the ditch today to visit the land of the long white cloud.

 

I'm vacillating between "Doesn't this belong in the Confessions thread?" and "As long as you washed your hands afterwards."

Decisions decisions.

 

Jealous. I've been too broke for drugs lately.

 

Aotearoa

 

Eh, a trip is a trip. Say hi to Gandalf for me.

 

...and the little dog laughed to see such fun, and the dish ran away with the spoon.

IDK why, but that was the first thing that came into my head when I read that.

 

I participated in a drive-by chickening the other day. (If it wasn't a thing before, it is now!)
See, we had this chicken. In our tiny little backyard. We are not farmers. We were going to eat her, and one of our friends who has a chicken farm was going to help us with the process. But she fell out of touch for whatever reason, and we were left with this chicken and no real idea what to do with her. Hubby was like, "How hard can it be? We'll just try it ourselves." Picked up the chicken by the head and swung her around to break her neck. Put her down and....she clucked at us and ran off. Now we have a zombie chicken, as far as I can tell. Still need to get rid of her somehow. We decide, if she's that tough, she deserves to live. So we put her in a cardboard box, drove out into the countryside nearby at night, stopped outside a farm that we knew had a flock of chickens, and I threw her over the fence. Then we drove off, giggling madly. Bam. Drive-by chickening. So that happened, lol.

 

Good luck, there are at least three people here that are going to raise hell at this.

 

When I was a kid there was a heavily-advertised brand of toilet paper called White Cloud, so reading your post made me giggle.

ETA: As to what I'm doing, drinking orange juice (I've been up for a few hours but am just now getting around to it) and steeling myself to untangle the next bit of financial mess of my mom's estate. (Someone's insisting they haven't been paid, and I have the documentation proving they have, which I've sent twice. *Bangs head on desk*)

 

Oh my

 

The land of the long white cloud is the English translation of Aotearoa, the Maori name for New Zealand. "The ditch" is what Aussies and New Zealanders affectionately call the Tasman Sea, the body of water separating the two countries.

 

Oh man, I remember White Cloud. Other than getting all brown and stinky, I wonder what happened to it?



Apparently it's now exclusively available at WalMart.