There’s been a bumper crop of black walnuts this year. Thumping down, littering the garden and lawn. Rolling, feeding the squirrels, getting squashed by cars. There are dozens in that big tub and I have two boxes of soy milk to pre-treat swatches of cotton and linen, but not sure I’ll get to it. There’s been the bed bug situation, for one thing. I think we are on the other side of it, but my sister’s entire apartment has to be unpacked. I head up there today.
And there’s been a fair amount of writing. I did a kind of official page count yesterday and was thrilled to discover that even if I eliminate HALF of what’s there because it’s weak or stupid or doesn’t fit, I still have a novel-sized amount of pages. Not necessarily a novel, mind, but I am feeling excited about paring down and shaping it up.
Meanwhile, I am not yet ready for the slide into winter. The good news — new curtains on the back wall of glass. For YEARS, I have hated how much of a fishbowl our family room becomes at night this time of year, but not anymore!!!
Stay tuned for the final Charleston heart. They’re all here now so I have to begin. I woke up this morning with the edges on my mind.
