All I can think about is snow because all I can see right now is snow. Snow. Snow. Snow.
It feels unfair even though it is November and this is Chicago. Still, somehow it’s like we’re getting the short, icy end of the stick.
They’re the small, mean flakes too. Those are the ones you have to watch out for, they’re all business and accumulation.
It was a busy weekend, though I couldn’t tell you precisely with what, it just was. Saw a bunch of NaNoWriMo posts on twitter…or at least one I clearly recall, and all it did was make me glad I wasn’t feeling that pressure.
Editing has been slow, especially with my glitch, but I’m hoping to pick it up a little this week. I have errands to run, but I’m going to have to keep an eye on the weather.
Meanwhile, I’m getting to it. You have a great Monday.
I was making coffee–you know I tend to make coffee–and glanced over at the cup while gathering the rest of my breakfast.
It was not coffee colored.
It looked like watery almond milk, which is precisely what it was. No coffee.
But I’d put coffee in the basket. I know I’d put coffee in the basket.
Well, it turns out the top of the basket, the cover where the the water drips through, was on backward.
DARN YOU MONDAY!!
(Clearly that’s Monday’s fault, and not mine.)
It’s a somewhat cloudy day, and I have to tell you, on this November 4, I am having zero no NaNoWriMo regret. I’m OK with taking November off this year. If the mood strikes, I can always do one of the camps.
Besides, I’ve got editing to do. With some coffee. Make sure all your coffee basket liddy thingies go on the right way, and have a fantastic Monday.
It’s sunny, but the leaves are hitting the ground. I ordered some additional bad-weather boots and I’m preparing myself.
Winter is coming.
It always does. Meanwhile, this year, the very year I’d swear only just started, is breezing by. Breezing is the wrong word.
It’s squealing by like a rusty merry-go-round with crumbling, reluctant gears. But it still moves faster than you think it should.
I’m leaning toward no NaNoWriMo this time, the idea of greeting November without the pressure sounds much better to me, more enticing than the fun of getting it done.
But we’re not at November yet. Almost.
But not yet.
I’ve miles and miles of editing to go, as I’m only taking my first run though, so I should get to that. Have a marvelous Monday.
Mondays have a way of showing up, one way or another. And here we are, another one.
I think they feel harder because of inertia, the effort of not moving that much to getting up to at least a light trot. But it’s OK.
We can do it.
It’s a gray day today, not sure if we’re supposed to get rain, the clouds seem indifferent. The trees are in their full fall glory, reds and yellows set off among faded greens, the last show of color before the winter comes.
Winter. Again. Can you believe it?
I may try to stick to a single cup of coffee today, but you and I both know, it’s really not up to me.
It’s miles of editing ahead of me, and I’ll have to decide on NaNoWriMo. Still very much on the fence. How’s that for balance?
Have a wonderful Monday.
Is it just me or is Monday getting sneaky and jumping back into the rotation more often than its fair share? There seem to be a lot of Mondays.
So many Mondays.
You know what that means. I’m having more coffee. I mean how is one measly (and by “measly” I mean flagon of) coffee going to get me through an entire Monday?
Exactly, hypothetical reader. It isn’t.
So do I finish the post first? Or make the next cup first?
I think we both know the answer to that one.
And it’s brewing. I bet you didn’t even miss me.
It’s a bright, sunny day, though it’s probably chilly. Yesterday for the Chicago Marathon, I couldn’t stay out long, it was colder than it’s been for a long time. And it took me forever to warm back up.
Better ready myself. This is only the beginning.
It will be a week of editing, so I’ve sharpened my metaphorical pencils. Have a great Monday, whichever Monday you’re on.
I’m not yet, but I hope to be. I’ve decided that all of my problems stem from not enough coffee.
Next week, all my problems might be stemming from too much coffee, but that’s Next Week Me’s knot to untangle.
So it’s definitely going to be a two cup day. Truth is I decided that before I even made cup one. Which is empty.
I’ll be right back.
OK, that’s brewing. Sometimes I miss the utter ease of those single-cup coffee makers with the pods, but then I think about all those plastic pods, one after the other, in the garbage headed for the landfill.
Just couldn’t do it anymore.
It’s brightly sunny today, but Fall is absolutely in the air. The trees are changing in earnest, I can see some firm reds and deliberate yellows.
Soon the boats will leave the harbors and the last trace of summer will slip away.
As it is bound to do.
I’ve got a deep dive into a finished manuscript ahead of me. Wish me luck.
Have a great Monday.
So “eh” that I got as far as the headline and then…nothing. Why yes, I’ve had my coffee, and even a little bit of chocolate, but it just doesn’t seem to be doing the trick.
It’s a Monday, all right.
My thoughts are mushy and muddled, though the rain and fog and gloom seem to have packed up and moved on. It’s sunny, not sure how warm though.
It is the end of September, after all.
Sorry, I got distracted by Shakespeare’s death. True, it’s not exactly recent news, but like I said, my brain is mushy. Apparently he died on his 52nd birthday, it’s assumed, in 1616.
Now you’re distracted by Shakespeare’s death.
Anyway, I’m going to try to shake some thoughts loose. Have a spectacular Monday.