Fowl Play, the ninth Dewberry
Everything but what I really want to say
Well, I haven’t written a single word yet today, which is ridiculous, but I hope to amend that in the next few minutes.
For now, though, I’ll share with you a few notable events/discoveries of the past 24 hours:
1) Somewhere in Austin there exists a woman with the words VEGAN POWER tattooed on her shins. In red. In 1.5-inch type. (I saw her on the trail yesterday. Presumably she paid to have this done. Why? Why? Why?)
2) Tucked in my freezer, right between the niblets and the parkerhouse rolls, is a Tupperware bowl full of rubber bands. Why, you ask, are there rubber bands in my freezer? It was a mystery to me, too. But the answer, according to my five-year-old son, is that putting rubber bands in the freezer prevents premature spoilage. Who knew?
3) I got a phone call yesterday with some news I’m dying to share, but can’t. Yet. But will as soon as I can. Like, the moment I get the green light.
Okay. Back to the werewolves. Which reminds me: what is it that Martha Stewart says? “It’s a good thing?” I need to know, but have no TV.
Ciao for now,
K
Yes, “it’s a good thing.” Which I know not from TV (because I can’t stand the woman…TV is for CSI and things of that nature, not for annoying rich women telling me what I should be doing with the pinecones from my yard) but because two of my close friends (gay men, natch) adore her. So they’re always teasing me with Martha-isms.
I wrote…I dunno…400-500 words today, maybe. I am taking a brief break from typing up all the words from the past few days so I can see where I actually am.
Laura, you beat me by a good margin. I wrote a whopping 328 today, but plan to escape tomorrow during early morning soccer practice and write a few more.
I used to estimate words per page (avg. number of words per line times number of lines) and then count my pages.
Perhaps in a past life I was a mathematician.
And thanks for the Martha-ism. 🙂