Oh, boy, I am in so much trouble! The blackberries. Oh, my, the blackberries…
While this has been a completely frustrating week, with printers severely messing up my orders, I had a very… awesome weekend. Very awesome.
I slept.
That may not mean all that much to most. For me? I normally get… oh… 4-5 hours of interrupted sleep a night.
When I sleep, I sleeeep. It’s yummmmmmy.
Think of spending over 48 hours in a state of cloud. No sense of time. Floating. Just after the third beer blurry. The moment when “the black” of intensity turns… mellower and you’ve got your eyesight back from bouncing colors on your eyelids, you’ve gotten your breath back, and you still have absolutely no bones to speak of, but past that point where someone attempts to convince you that you’re a grapefruit and you respond by saying, “thanks, I’d love one.”
48 hours… and all that happens for me to get this is to sleep.
I’ve needed it. In an attempt to describe my best writing time of day to a friend, I’ve discovered some of what I, personally, have been… not exactly missing…. I think more… not getting enough of, in my writing. Sometimes, these gentle whacks to the head are just what I need to kickstart myself again.
I’ve been paying attention to the garden a lot lately. For personal happiness. But also, in the Novo series, I’m up to August. And I was writing it in the winter. Today, as I came home from work and saw the purpling forest of thorns, I had about fifteen images come to mind that I should definitely thread through my stories.
I say the “blackberries,” because I really do not want to look at the other side of my front yard garden. Other than to notice that I do, indeed, have peppers. Six of them. While a handful of things did not grow… (biting my lip), many other things did. Impressively. I think I will be overrun with cucumbers, pumpkins, and melons much more than the blackberries. Berries are at least small. All I can think about right now is poor Elizabet with the cucumbers and pumpkins. I have images coming through of those creeper vines coming up the side of the house and knocking on the window for a glass of water. I can only imagine what trouble I will cause with a forest of berry bushes… At least Duncan will be safe from them. I have to pick a new victim from my Guard, other than Duncan and Alden… Wonder who it will be to carry on through the summer months?