Monday, May 12, 2008

spam and clover

Well, after being locked out of my own damn blog for a week (because a google-bot flagged it as possible spam - can you believe it?) it feels good to be back.

And, after being sick as a dog for several days it feels good to be back to some semblance of health too.

But, my ‘Secret Project’ has taken a major hit because of illness and visits from relatives that demanded nightly visits plus weekends - mandatory visits every time I’m not at work or sleeping and you get the picture.

So where does this leave me? Well almost half the month is gone, but I have made a start on the project though it is turning out to be much shorter than I had first anticipated. I think it’s due in part to a great lack of inside information to properly put things down in words. I’m pretty good with fiction though but this particular venture needs more than made up stuff - it needs cold hard facts inserted to make it believable and sellable.

I’m striving to meet that goal but not sure how successful I’m actually being. I guess at the end of the month when it flies out of my electronic storage and into anothers, then I should know shortly thereafter whether my efforts have been in vain or managed to pull something off. I really want it to be good, funny and enlightening all at the same time. But, as a writer you know it is okay to suck on occasion. I just hope this is not one of those occasions. If this thing flies it will be so cool and fun to do but a huge, huge amount of work.

In shorter terms - no small task.

I have slated one hour per day to completing this endeavor for the rest of May. It should be enough. Come June, my novel needs a once, twice and perhaps thrice over before it becomes a published jewel . . . well, semi-precious stone them, my semi-precious, gollum . . .

Ahem - and there ends the writing update for the week(s).


Other mundanities besides sickness and visits has to do with tennis. As in, I’m playing my first league match this evening and I haven’t touched a racket since last August - this aught to be a barrel of fun. Most of the other people playing have the disposable income to play all winter long. Not so in my case.

Wish me luck, lots of it. I do expect to be trampled though. I only hope I don’t fall down on the court like an idiot. I really enjoy playing this game and will make the supreme effort for the team.

Have I mentioned that the clover I planted this year is growing like crazy? Yeah, clover - you grow girl! I love white clover almost as much as I hate lawn grass and am cheering the little sprouts every day while I water them.

Oh, and I’m so happy Ontario is banning cosmetic lawn pesticides - who needs this crap anyhow? Don’t we have enough toxins floating over from China already without liberally spraying our own around? So, a big hurray for getting rid of that crap forever in our neighborhood. Soon, all will come to realize that white clover is the only way to go. Suck it blue grass!

And I promised I wouldn’t mention work in this blog - but I can’t help myself. The top A-Hole of the universe (well my work universe) is coming back and actually will be on the same floor as me at work starting in June.

See this - it is my blood pressure rising. I must exercise maximum control not to drift this idiot in the face every time I see him . . .

Wish me luck.

Well, enough for now.

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