Growing things
Danny came down for the weekend. He had to bring homework for his spinning course. He spent more than six hours yesterday at the wheel. At least he is here.
I like working on my own projects when somebody is around. I hadn't specifically planned this as a work weekend, but yesterday I tinkered at Pilgrim's Cross for about 90 minutes, pulling a long passage from some work I wrote during an online writing course last winter, adding it to the introductory paragraphs I've hammered out recently, and revising to fit the narrative voice as it has evolved. It felt very productive and satisfying. I like being alone, but it's easier to sit still and write when I am not.
This morning I got up early feeling cranky and rickety. The routine was a struggle, but it made my mind open and grow limber, like massaging a muscle. This must be the purpose of the morning writing, 100 words and 200 words. I might not make progress on the novel every day, but I will be better prepared to write evenings and weekends.
Saturday morning I picked up a Phalaenopsis orchid at the farmers' market. I haven't kept orchids in years. This one has blotchy deep maroon petals with a hint of yellow at the centre, such a lovely thing. I've been wanting to try orchids in the bathroom window, but now checking on their culture I'm concerned the southwest light will be too intense.