All hail! The Procrastinatrix Regina
Hey there good peoples who aren't in a field. (Riff-raff they are, not like *you*.) I'm still re-working the fecking submission pitch fer, The Red Knight. But yeah, anyway.
Other than that, it's the usual domestic bliss: man, kids, dogs, and hoss. Although I've been a slacker and haven't see the hoss for a few days. I wish she was down the bottom of the garden. That's the plan (dream) for the future: having a place where we can live with all our animals. And speaking of animals, we went to see a neddy the other day. Now, they didn't so much as lie in the advert as, skim over a few quite important details When you put, 'schooling not his forte' one imagines a neddy that needs to be encouraged to work in the school, yes? Not one that physically can't work in the school. When you put, 'Has never bucked', and one of the first things he does when I get on him is buck, one can't be blamed for thinking you're a skinny wee liar. It is a massive shame, (not least because it was a six hour round trip), but he was such a pretty boy. The thing is, Lizzy is our problem child. Gods love her, but there have been times that, had I the keys to the canning factory, not even Gromit would have been able to save her. (I would be sorry after, like I always am.) The next pony to join the gang is for wawa to learn on, and gain more confidence, and for lazy-ass me to trot around and pose on. No projects, it has to be a designer baby.
Garden stuff. We've still got salad coming through, more apples than we can ever use (as usual) and this year a good crop of pears. I love that something that, when we planted it, looked like a twig with leaves, is now bent double with fat droplets of peary goodness. we've still got some toms on the vine. The three cherries have been marvelous. We've had a lot of bigger toms this year, I've got some ripening off inside which makes for a handy, rolling supply t' keep the ever hungry mouths satisfied. I'll keep an eye on the ones we've left outside- see how long we can keep 'em going. E's cucumbers are simply...fecund. I think it's because he doesn't micro-manage them like I did. He just lets them run riot in the G house. That sounds cooler than it is doesn't it? 'The G house man. Down in tha burb, know what am sayin'?'
We've got to start putting the garden to bed soon, but with our handy helper,(alas not here this weekend 'cos we got him hooked on 'strom). I feel this year it'll be easier to do and won't end up looking like a post apocalyptic wasteland come March...You still awake?:)
Oh. Also, there's this chap called Chuck Wendig, check him out, look him up. He wrote a shed load of stuff for WW as it turns out, so you know, he helped some of us waste many an hour of our yoof, when we could have been doing works of public good or in some cases, their degrees. That aside, he's very funny, and informative on the craft of writin' gud wurdz. He also runs flash fic challenges on his website. You can win free shit! No, not actual shit. I'm just being cool, you know what am sayin'?) So anyway: 100 word challenge, full story, on the topic of Revenge. I dun rit wun, it's on mi blog. kdavies.net. Go do your own! But hurry, this one closes today. (I only found out about it yesterday.)
Toodles
Other than that, it's the usual domestic bliss: man, kids, dogs, and hoss. Although I've been a slacker and haven't see the hoss for a few days. I wish she was down the bottom of the garden. That's the plan (dream) for the future: having a place where we can live with all our animals. And speaking of animals, we went to see a neddy the other day. Now, they didn't so much as lie in the advert as, skim over a few quite important details When you put, 'schooling not his forte' one imagines a neddy that needs to be encouraged to work in the school, yes? Not one that physically can't work in the school. When you put, 'Has never bucked', and one of the first things he does when I get on him is buck, one can't be blamed for thinking you're a skinny wee liar. It is a massive shame, (not least because it was a six hour round trip), but he was such a pretty boy. The thing is, Lizzy is our problem child. Gods love her, but there have been times that, had I the keys to the canning factory, not even Gromit would have been able to save her. (I would be sorry after, like I always am.) The next pony to join the gang is for wawa to learn on, and gain more confidence, and for lazy-ass me to trot around and pose on. No projects, it has to be a designer baby.
Garden stuff. We've still got salad coming through, more apples than we can ever use (as usual) and this year a good crop of pears. I love that something that, when we planted it, looked like a twig with leaves, is now bent double with fat droplets of peary goodness. we've still got some toms on the vine. The three cherries have been marvelous. We've had a lot of bigger toms this year, I've got some ripening off inside which makes for a handy, rolling supply t' keep the ever hungry mouths satisfied. I'll keep an eye on the ones we've left outside- see how long we can keep 'em going. E's cucumbers are simply...fecund. I think it's because he doesn't micro-manage them like I did. He just lets them run riot in the G house. That sounds cooler than it is doesn't it? 'The G house man. Down in tha burb, know what am sayin'?'
We've got to start putting the garden to bed soon, but with our handy helper,(alas not here this weekend 'cos we got him hooked on 'strom). I feel this year it'll be easier to do and won't end up looking like a post apocalyptic wasteland come March...You still awake?:)
Oh. Also, there's this chap called Chuck Wendig, check him out, look him up. He wrote a shed load of stuff for WW as it turns out, so you know, he helped some of us waste many an hour of our yoof, when we could have been doing works of public good or in some cases, their degrees. That aside, he's very funny, and informative on the craft of writin' gud wurdz. He also runs flash fic challenges on his website. You can win free shit! No, not actual shit. I'm just being cool, you know what am sayin'?) So anyway: 100 word challenge, full story, on the topic of Revenge. I dun rit wun, it's on mi blog. kdavies.net. Go do your own! But hurry, this one closes today. (I only found out about it yesterday.)
Toodles