Time to be Random
Posted By admin on November 8, 2011
As of today, I have 8,641 words of Nano project. I’ve had a difficult time getting back to work now that I’m home! In fact, I’m writing this in the wee hours of Tuesday night, in a break from work. So–I’ll be getting back to that.
Sun Rising
I still have beach photos. The last sunrise while I was there.
Impending Storm
Another is a stormy sky. I love thunder and lightning and the amazing skies a storm brings to the beach. I worry a little about the surfers who can only find waves during storms. When I was a little girl, the surfers were a cautionary tale during every hurricane. But, when it’s just a storm, you can shake your head and hope they get out before the lightning comes in.
The last night I was on the beach, a British visitor must have been in the next house over. Someone was lighting gorgeous, Guy Fawkes fireworks off the small strip of sand high tide left behind. I couldn’t get a good shot of the fireworks, and since I live in the South, where every day’s a good reason to shoot something (in our woods, for some reason!), I actually didn’t notice the explosions at first. I put it down to hunters. Quel sophisticated, huh? :-)
More beach photos to be sprinkled liberally among later posts!
Fall Treetops
I mentioned yesterday was errand day, but today (Tuesday), I took my ill-focused mind to Panera, where the other customers are like my own personal white noise machine. After a bit of a tussle with my own superpower–procrastination–I took a picture of the gorgeous fall trees, and finally got to work.
This is my lesson for today! Do whatever you must to persuade yourself it is now work time. Sometimes the argument can be ludicrous. I’ve had coffee, chitchat, email, and asiago cheese bagel time. Now, to snap a photo of tree tops, and then I must definitely turn my mind to romance!
Like right now, it’s barely Wednesday morning, but I’m up and working. Naturally, Kitty believes my only logical step is to ply him with kibble. He won’t negotiate, and I love him, so I’m not willing to feed him till he swells like a blimp. I’m about to ease the door closed in his furry, disappointed face, and return my mind to story!
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