Ten-Finger Exercises

the way it happens

Aha, I figured it out, partly. The reason I so often fail to get my blog in before midnight EST, besides it being only 9 here on the West Coast, is this. I pull up my blog, and then I think, I should read some other blogs to comment on before I do this. Oops. Bad timing. I caught myself at it tonight though. Bill is watching the military channel, and so I was thinking I had some leisure time to read first. I'll get to it later.



Suddenly I have things I want to write, and wallpaper I haven't finished peeling, and vines full of ripe tomatoes begging to be made into marinara. And the best peaches in the world for sale just a few blocks away, to do something important with, I'm sure.

I tried freezer jam, the 'light' kind made with half Splenda, and it didn't gel very much. I've heard from others though that peach is hard to get to gel anyway.



Finished a lousy book today, one that had been a New York Times bestseller, Catherine Coulter's Blind Side. It's not one I would have bought, but it came in a box of books the kids had read and sent on, mostly ones for Bill. It's probably one Karen bought, billed as an FBI thriller. I did read it to the end, but that's about all I can say for it. I feel alternately discouraged and encouraged by this. If that's what editors want, they're not gonna like what I write. On the other hand, with a deputy sheriff and a stater in the family, I'd have plenty of good information for writing in that genre. And if I wrote it, I'd probably like it better: like a parent loves her children.



Oops, gotta find a different excuse. I'm 10 minutes over again!