breathing deep at his own doubt
Today, I wanted to write the beginning of a novel.
If you think my day was a disaster by the tone of that statement, I can't oblige you with hilarity of that (or any) sort. It was a very middlish-of-the-road as a housewife sort of day.
Well, the alarms going off at 6, and then 7, 7:30, 8:15, 8:30, etc. were about pending disaster, and quite obnoxious (also nervewracking: severe weather here is to be taken seriously) but I didn't get too cranky over it. It did rather set the tenor of the day.
While Severe Thunderstorm Warning is pealing out from the weather-watch unit in our living-room at almost noon, our neighbor calls to ask if it's heading our way, and would I go up and feed Auntie and make sure she's not worrying about the Ravaging Winds, Lightning, and Flash-flood capable Rains?
Why yes, of course I can do that.
I did, however, turn out an okay dip with leftover oddsbobs at lunch time with an expanded pea-soup (it came out very well: stock is a great thing) and a sweet-potato-pie that looked picture-perfect and tasted delightful.
No marshmallows. That's a redundancy that steals the potato's glory.
I think my wordcount is around 250. Twice that much if you count world-building words. They ought to count. I had just as much of a headache then!
If you think my day was a disaster by the tone of that statement, I can't oblige you with hilarity of that (or any) sort. It was a very middlish-of-the-road as a housewife sort of day.
Well, the alarms going off at 6, and then 7, 7:30, 8:15, 8:30, etc. were about pending disaster, and quite obnoxious (also nervewracking: severe weather here is to be taken seriously) but I didn't get too cranky over it. It did rather set the tenor of the day.
While Severe Thunderstorm Warning is pealing out from the weather-watch unit in our living-room at almost noon, our neighbor calls to ask if it's heading our way, and would I go up and feed Auntie and make sure she's not worrying about the Ravaging Winds, Lightning, and Flash-flood capable Rains?
Why yes, of course I can do that.
I did, however, turn out an okay dip with leftover oddsbobs at lunch time with an expanded pea-soup (it came out very well: stock is a great thing) and a sweet-potato-pie that looked picture-perfect and tasted delightful.
No marshmallows. That's a redundancy that steals the potato's glory.
I think my wordcount is around 250. Twice that much if you count world-building words. They ought to count. I had just as much of a headache then!