I did not have to write the grant letter.
We decided the deadline was too short and, honestly, the grant we were looking at wasn’t a perfect fit for us. Which means I had the last two days off.
So if I’m on vacation, why am I so darned tired?
Remember that Colonial Cream paint I was talking [...]
Entries from June 2007
June 30, 2007
Just Call Me Roberta Villa
June 27, 2007
The Writing Stalls – Temporarily
Yes, I’d been on a roll writing-wise. Sunday afternoon found me out on my patio listening to the tiny otter water fountain, writing. God, I love wireless Internet and laptop computers. I finished a scene, incorporated some of what I did in the original draft, and have made what was three chapters seven. Because a [...]
June 20, 2007
39 Pages, Baby! Yeah!
This blog has become less about writing and more about home renovation lately, but this morning I will steer back to my original topic: writing. Because I’m actually doing it again.
This time of year, the old 9-5 (or 8-3 in my case) gets to dragging a little, which leaves me lots of time to do [...]
June 14, 2007
Carrie Underwood and Plenty of Booze
So I’m in the shower this morning when my lovely 7-year-old Son #3 strolls into the bathroom to do his business. No, I don’t get any privacy. He’s singing something. I can hear it over the water running, but can’t make it out. Right before he hollers, “I won’t flush, Mom, so it won’t burn [...]
June 8, 2007
Ah, Powertools!
Notice this has turned from a writing blog into a home improvement project blog? Well, that kinda sorta my life right now, I guess. I think I need to write a book about a woman carpenter. Then I could use all the info I get going to harware stores where guys look at me and [...]
June 4, 2007
Progress Measured in Inches, Not Feet
Slow going all around for me this week, it seems. Frustrated at work because we have a project that needs completed by the end of the month, yet we need to wait for info from other sources. So we wait. I want to get it done. Now.
Basement is slow going, although this weekend saw the [...]
