Sunday Musings

This morning when I posted my status to Facebook, I should probably have taken that message as an indicator for what the rest of the day would hold.

One good thing is that I did get all the postcard orders mailed! If you had an order you will begin seeing them arrive during the week – and thank you for being patient with me while I made reality match up with my imagination.

If you are a local Friday Fictioneer, we’re going to start seeking a host to do readings of our 100-words with a slide-show presentation of the photos to accompany them. I’d love to do it at Nightbird books in Fayetteville, but haven’t had a chance yet to approach them about it. I did ask if they’d run a mention of what we’re doing in their newsletter, though, and the person I talked to was enthusiastically receptive to the idea.

The idea behind readings is that it gives us an audience and a way to build word-of-mouth in addition to our online efforts. If we have books published, or other writerly products available, perhaps the host allowing our readings will also allow us to sell product after the reading (I won’t mind giving a commission in trade to the venue ).

Don’t despair if you are not a local Fictioneer – if ever you are able to visit our fair neck of the woods, it will give you the oh-so-desirable status of visiting author, or guest author… or perhaps even something more spectacularly named if someone comes up with a good title.

Yesterday I spent a good portion of the day working on my story edits for Wand of Ash.

Also rode Shasta for a little while again. My goal is to ride every weekend but I missed the last weekend. It’s been so long since I’ve had time to ride that it’s almost a new experience and I’m having to remember and relearn things. Shasta is 17 or 18 years old and has only been used as a brood mare all her life so the only riding she’s ever done was during her initial training period when she was 2 years old. So both of us are re-learning. I am riding without a saddle which makes the going a little more difficult but not much because she’s gaited and very smooth to ride. And riding without a bridle because she’s never learned a bit and does fine without one once I get my signals and cues straight. I had been using only her halter but found a hackmore in the shed that’s padded enough so I used it last time. That worked well.

So now I’m at work. That’s right, at the day job on Sunday night. See there’s a huge rain event headed our way and this sort of thing usually washes out the bridges (on my county road there are six low-water bridges). There are samples due on Tuesday (I work for an environmental lab) and I figured I’d rather spend all night tonight working between sleep and have it all done by Monday evening so that when I go home, if the rain really does come down in the predicted quantities, I can just stay home without stressing over missed deadlines.

I hate it when real life doesn’t cooperate with my imagined life.

Did things go as planned for you this weekend?

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