At some point today I’m planning on making cupcakes, which means I have to clean the mixing bowl, which means I have to eat the salad currently sitting in the mixing bowl as it occupies a shelf of my fridge. And I frickin’ hate salad. There is no reasonable excuse for lettuce.
At some point today I’m going to continue going through the Cold Cases draft, engaging in all the chapter-by-chapter tinkering that needs to be done before I hand the manuscript over. I am still unsure of this book, but that doesn’t bother me too much. I am unsure of everything I write that’s longer than 1000 words.
At some point today I’m going to vacuum the seemingly endless carpet of shed hair that covers the floor of my house. On the plus side, that’s not going to be a problem for the next few months. There is some pretty simple math that gets done when your lazy, your hair is irritating you, and you own a set of hair clippers. I release the following photograph into the wild in order to forestall the inevitable “You’ve had a haircut” conversations that are likely to occur over the next few weeks:
At some point today I’m going to remember where I put my beanie, ’cause my head is cold without all the hair that used to insulate it.
At some point today I’m going to enter the handwritten short-story I’ve been working on when I go to bed into the computer, and I’m going to attempt to finish it.
At some point today I’m going to mention that an audio version of Clockwork, Patchwork, and Raven is being put together by the Beam Me Up podcast and part one is already live.
At some point today I’m going to watch the new episode of Doctor Who, although given the length of my to-do list this may not happen until tomorrow.
At some point today I’m going to write an author bio and mail it off. I’m also going to write 750 words on my novel, 750 words on my short story, and not freak out about how bad either of these things are at the moment.
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Just say no to lettuce. You don't have to eat it. Find a packet of Trident crispy noodles in the supermarket (in the Asian food section I think) and follow the instructions on the back that tell you how to make a salad with wombuk and shallots and almonds and stuff. Wombuk is the same colour as lettuce only tasty. However only make as much as you will eat as the noodles go soggy very quickly, so it doesn't keep.
I get a regular vegetable delivery with mystery contents that are out of my hands. I rarely get to say no to lettuce.
Hey Peter – yeah, just chuck the lettuce out – no need to torture yourself by eating it. Cupcakes sound like a whole lot more fun.
Wow! Your writing and what you have planned today is ambitious and I wish you well – you're doing better than I. My to do list gets longer each day and it keeps transferring to the next day with unfinished tasks grrr…
And you have a hair cut. Well, I like it long – but a change is as good as a holiday or so they say – and hey, hair grows and in my case and I suspect yours, pretty damn quickly – so congrats on being brave and making a change!
Good luck with that to do list and if you complete everything today – tell me your secret (besides not doing housework) 🙂
Hey! You've had a haircut.
So I hear you've had a haircut.