So the weekend is over and this is what I did:
1) Got in a couple very good workouts.
2) Went swimming.
3) Ran several errands.
4) Went grocery shopping.
5) Fell asleep on the sofa in the middle of the afternoon.
6) Got my hair done.
7) Trimmed the vines away from my dining room windows.
8) Was tortured by Nikolai in yet another painful sports massage/therapy session.
9) Took my cat to the vet to get her nails trimmed because she won’t let me trim them even though it’s summer and I’m wearing shorts and she likes to jump up into my lap by using her nails ’cause she’s an old cat and needs all the climbing help she can get.
10) Four loads of laundry.
11) An hour of ironing while watching TV.
SO NO I DIDN’T GET ANY WRITING/ EDITING DONE!
But I’ll be taking a couple days off this week and hope to finishing editing my second Charity book, Charity MacCay and the Saintly Wives. No, not hope; I PLAN to finish editing it.
BTW, I also finished reading James McBride’s The Good Lord Bird, which as you may know won the National Book Award. It deserved the award and more. The story is set in the same period as my Charity books, so besides enjoying the read it counts as research for me. Here are a few sentences in which McBride is describing the great Harriet Tubman. They took my breath away.
She moved toward the front of the room like the wind, quick, silent, smooth, taut as rope, and them fellers parted and slid their benches out the way to let her pass. There was something fearful ’bout that woman, silent, terrible, and strong…
Them eyes was staring down at me. I can’t say they were kind eyes. Rather they was tight as balled fists. Full. Firm. Stirred. The wind seemed to live in that woman’s face. Looking at her was like staring at a hurricane.
I hope you had a more productive literary weekend than I did. Got any literary ambitions for the weeks to come?