Still Better -- and Busy!

I'm feeling bettr every day. Yesterday I worked in the garden for two half-hour stretches, pulling weeds. It's best to pace oneself when weeding even if you're in the best of health.

But the things that have kept me busiest are involved with my writing. BUILDING PASSION was rereleased by Awe-Struck E-Books last week, so I've been trying to work on the promotion of that.

And I started the new book -- I'm 13,000 words into it so far -- and it's going pretty well.

I took the quilt that I blame for my shingles off the machine and am hiding it from my husband, because he wants to take it to the woman who machine quilts to have it finished. No way! I'll do it at my own speed and save the $100+ thank you very much. I've done a little piecing, but I've about decided that the big quilts are a thing of the past, unless I plan to have someone else quilt them. Too much stress.
And I'd rather spend the money on quilting than medicine.

I've made a list of things that stress me, and aside from my husband being the first five on the list, one of the other top one is the cat someone dropped off here, just a few days after the dog someone dropped off a while ago disappeared. It comes with living in the country, I guess. But I wish that if people were going to drop off animals they would be thoughtful enough to take them to a shelter and not expect someone to take the poor thing in.

Maybe I'll put him in my new book.

I'm Getting Better

The shingles made me miserable for two weeks, then I turned a corner of sorts and started feeling better. Yesterday I went to church, secure in the knowledge that any open sores had healed and that I wasn't contagious. I wasn't aware of what a little outing like that can do to someone in a weakened condition until I tried to get out of bed this morning. Owwie!

About the most I can do around here is wash dishes and water my garden, but I want to get back to work and write a book! Nothing gives a writer grand ideas for projects like having a lot of time to think -- and knowing how uncomfortable it would be to sit at the computer for the hours needed to put it all in order.

Anyway, I know my limitations now. I can go down to the front garden and look at the hollyhocks, go up to the back garden and check on the progress of the blackberry lillies, and in between, take the spent blossoms off the pink petunias. That makes me tired us to write about it. I'd better go rest some more.