I made my christmas tree. It is very cute. No honest. Here, I'll go take a picture right now... See? Cute, right?
Years ago I saw an old fashionecd Moravian Christmas tree at a living history museum.
They had a tradition of not chopping down trees, but having a frame to which they could attach pine branches (safely trimmed from trees)
So this is what I managed to concoct from 3 lengths of PVC pipe, a roll of brown duct tape, 9 PVC connectors and an armload of scrap branches.
I am writing a book. A new one. Sort of a palate cleanser. The novel that I wrote is very...
My advisor's comment after reading it was that I had a very bleak world view.
So I just don't feel ready to tackle that yet since I am still on a steady diet of Only Romance Novels. (Ones where the cover art does not cut off the heroine's head. Those ones are always terrible.)
I decided that after reading 1,000 or so (possibly not even an exaggeration, although probably it is) romance novels and gotten a feel for the genre I should turn my writing talents to some genre fiction.
So far I have 2,000 words. And it is fun. Fun is good. Fun gets my butt in the chair and my fingers flying across the keys and my brain working in the writing world.
And everyone will get to live happily ever after. That is what will be the challenging part for me. Can I take my bleak world view and write a convincing Romance Novel?
Stay tuned and find out...
Grateful Crap: duct tape
took meds (150mg venlafaxine, 450mg bupropion, 100mg lamotrigine)
tea with friend (I called her and informed her she should put the kettle on)
craft therapy with pine boughs
NOTE: I want to call my psychiatrist's office and see about tapering back on the venlafaxine BEFORE my next visit so that I can talk to him about how it is going. I have four weeks between now and then. I am being a respoinsible citizen though. I am NOT beginning to taper the meds on my own.
Quaker, teacher, parent,