Overflown, overgrown

This morning’s big news was that we were going to have the Blue Angels fly over the city as a tribute to our brave health workers.

Roooooaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrr!

That was it. Hardly enough time for me to go look out the window. I couldn’t see them out the window that was four feet away from me, so I ran to one on the other side of the house. They circled around. I could still hear them, so I went out the front door in my bare feet.

Gone. If you weren’t looking, and if you didn’t know where to look, you missed them.

I forgot to put the garbage out, too. Hence, another barefoot trek outside. Normally, they pick it up by 9 am, or so, but it’s approaching noon, and it is still out there.

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At least I have shoes on now.

But I haven’t showered, and I still have quarantine hair. It looks likely to stay that way for a while. Lately, I haven’t felt the need to dress in the morning. Eventually, I do, but it seems to be getting later.

I’m still rough around the edges today. Nothing specific to get out of bed for. I should do some work. What work? I don’t know. Something.

Why don’t you finish your novel, Anne?

Which one? I’m spoiled for choice. Paralyzed. I could put the finishing touches on my anthology. That shouldn’t take long. I could finish it today.

Yawn. I think I may need to have another look over it.

Well, I’ve had another look over it, and inserted some poems. Do I do another edit on it? I’ve gotten to the point I’m sick of it. Some of the stories are a decade old now, and I’m in another place. I might have my publisher upload it onto KDP, and see what it looks like, if he’ll do that for me, and if he is still on board.

Can you tell I’m not very motivated today?

 

Percolating

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It’s the end of another week, and I’m about to begin my travels. Close up the house, pack what I need, give my life a general tidy. First things first, I posted yesterday’s haiku this morning: Grapes. You will also find a bonus haiku in the comments, if you are observant. I may post another later on, since Grapes was for yesterday. We’ll see how that goes. I’ve had a request, and I need to do a little background study before I write.

I also posted the last pre-existing episode of Bathing in the Hot Tub of my Mind on EJO: 30. Fidgit. As I’ve said before #31 is already up on TCoA.

I’ve done some more proofing on The Veil of Sheera and other Tales, my short story collection. You can find the title story on TCoA: The Veil of Sheera. I have another 70 pages to proof, and then some corrections to do. I’ve decided that the Peter Grimes quotes in Intolerance have to go. I know the Britten Estate is litigious, and although the quotes only provide color, they might object. I’ll probably just remove the first two, and write my own poem to replace the last one, a seascape. There is very little correction elsewhere, so that might be it, except, of course, the cover art. Dare I stoop to using a stock photo? This book won’t pay for itself, so I can’t afford to license anything unless it is cheap.

Go on Anne, invest in your art!

Maybe for The Cult of Hahn, after I’ve tested the waters.

Can’t go without my card for the day:

PRINCESS OF CUPS: Gentle, kind, romantic and dreamy.

Well, there is my seascape. Venus dancing on the foaming sea, voluptuous and alluring. I can be a dreamy romantic, but that isn’t me today. The Queen of Cups is Ezzie, and I thought at first that I was being given a message to write another Ezzie series. I don’t know now. I’m thinking so much about water today. Several of the stories in the tVoS are set on the east coast of England – am I being subtly pushed to finish that, or write something new? Ideas are swishing around in my head. I just need time to let them percolate.

Taking shape

I spent some more time on the Annethology today. It now stands at around 61,000 words – 18 stories written since 2007, featuring The Veil of Sheera and Intolerance. Most of the stories are fantasy, some are dark, and some are sensual. I’m not sure how many more I should add.

Should I aim for 75,000 words? That would be around 300 pages. I don’t want to make it cost too much, since it will be my first foray into self-publishing – I say self publishing, but a friend of mine may publish it though his company.

Any thoughts? A few of the stories are posted on The Cult of Anne (link in my blogroll), and most of them (early drafts) are also on Writerscafe.org.