When I posted that I was finally getting back in the groove, I didn't realize what had been going on while I sat around waiting for my eyes to start working again.
My four garden boxes turned into jungles of weeds, overgrown giant marigolds going to seed, unharvested and wasted green beans that now look big enough to feed the squirrels...if only they liked green beans as much as they like the seed in my bird feeder, and depleted tomato plants whose remaining small green tomatoes will probably not ever turn red. Fried green tomatoes, anyone?
The kale and Swiss Chard survived and are still producing new tender leaves. I found them as I pulled off all the holy (or is that holely) giant outside leaves that had been ravaged by nasty little chomping beasties. There are a few beets in there somewhere, if only I can find them. And I still have delicious little carrots to harvest a few at a time and eat as snacks. And cabbages. I have four cabbages that looked pretty beat up on the outside, but turned out to be compact and sweet inside. I love cabbage. One of my favorites is to fry shredded cabbage with chopped green pepper and a couple handfuls of smoked sausage pieces. Shhh. Don't tell anyone, but I use a little bacon grease to fry the cabbage for extra flavor.
The house and my office look worse than the garden. Being one who will use any excuse to avoid housework, the only things that got done were those my sweet cleaning gal takes care of for me in her 90 minutes visit every other week.
And worst of all, my novel in progress hasn't progressed very far.
And my blog has been so neglected I'm embarrassed.
The only real writing-related things I took care of were most of my duties as co-editor of the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers blog and a couple of tasks need to promote Dead Wrong, my suspense novel that will be released November 19th by Five Star/Cengage.
Getting back in the groove wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, but I'm making progress.