was my forward writing momentum, temporarily regained by setting a timer for 12 minutes and writing nonstop. That worked for two days, and then distractions intruded.
Keeping it simple—So now I’m back, aiming for two timed writing sessions a day. After all, what’s 12 minutes (or twice 12-minutes) in the whole scheme of things? But this time, I’m adding a reward. Each time I complete a session, it gets marked in my calendar as a 12, circled in green.
I’m also experimenting with beginning with a question for each timed write. Yesterday I wrote: “What Melody told Ran.” Not exactly a question, but it shaped my direction. Twelve minutes passed before I reached their encounter, so had to continue a bit longer. Forward, march!
Today’s topics: “Ran’s take on the other teens’ activities” —completed; and “Perk’s report on the Rift” — to be done.
Autumn Vegetables
are a failure. My spinach and chard didn’t come up, probably from insufficient waterings, and lack of attention due to keeping the seed bed covered because of that marauding squirrel.
So I’ve given up on fall veggies. Instead, I planted pansies on the porch. Our Maximilian daisies (aka sunflowers), begun last year, are looking happy.
Current reading:
Cloud Cuckoo Land, by Anthony Doerr, on my tablet.
Enter the Body, by Joy McCullough, from the library. McCullough gives Shakespeare’s most famous tragic women, now ghostly, a chance to tell their own stories—in verse.
And I just finished Patricia Wrede’s brand new fantasy, The Dark Lord’s Daughter. A fun, yet thoughtful read, with sequels to follow, I hope.
Kate Harrington 