Posts Tagged ‘forgotten’

(personal/to-do/writing) Lazy Sundays are cold.

Lazy Sundays haven’t been cold lately, but they are today.  Luckily, I have a wood stove and lots of wood, along with two cats who are willing to keep me warm with snuggles.  Sadly, I have to go home later today.  Which means going out in the cold!

There’s a to-do list, of course.  It wouldn’t be a Sunday without one!  But this one is less than my normal to-do list, and it’s got some important things on it: time for me.  Slow-down time.  It has been pointed out to me that somewhere along the way, I switched from a Type B personality to a Type A.  And I don’t like being a Type A.  So, I’m reclaiming my Type B – with a bit of a twist.  Lists and schedules help me be more laid back.  No, I don’t understand it either, but trust me, it does.  Maybe because when I have the schedule, I don’t worry about what I’m supposed to do?  Maybe.  I need to dig out my planner and start using it again.  Or really update my phone with Google Calendars.  Maybe that’s the way?  I dunno.

Anyways, here’s the to-do list:
– Dishwasher run
– Morning pages
– Pick up and pack laundry
– Cut out coupons
NONE! They sucked last weekend!
– Grocery list
– Grocery shopping
– Make cranberry-orange muffins
– Make baked pasta for the week (mmm)
– 500 words on Forgotten
– lavender-scented bath and chamomile tea before bed

Time to get moving!

BTW, I’ve done my morning pages every day this month so far! Even Friday, when I had to do it at 11:30 pm to make it!

(metrics/writing) Not dead. Just writing ghosts, that’s all.

I’ve been absent.  Sorry about that.  Life has been…well, it’s been life.  But I have been writing!  I even have metrics for today!


Starting Count: 0

Ending Count: 1421

New words: 1421

Starting line:

“Jesus Christ, Sapph, what the hell are you doing?”


Ending line:

A shudder walked across my skin at that thought.



“Car’s fine,” David said, opening his door and shattering my concentration, sending whatever I’d been about to remember fleeing into the recesses of my brain. I scowled at him as he slid back into the car. “What?”


Things we’ve learned: Sapph and David are so not playing well together.  And Sapph travels in tailored pants and silk blouses.


More later!