Tag: Monday Mood

Mood: Monday

I feel like I spend an inordinate amount of time speaking out loud to myself (or Tom, or the dogs, if they’re listening) and saying things like: Where could it be? It should be right here. We don’t live in a forty-room mansion, how do things just disappear? WHERE IS IT?

Sometimes I find things; sometimes I don’t. The mystery of it all is not enjoyable, but losing people is a lot worse.

Mood: Monday

I am sleepy even though I’ve finally had several good nights without insomnia in a row. I blame the rain. I love hearing it and having it cool things down, especially when it isn’t tropical storm or hurricane rain.

I am also busy, spending eight to ten hours a day giving a lot of attention to my manuscripts. I’ve been trimming and rearranging them so that there are none of my epic chapter lengths and also to keep each book around 100,000 words. It’s very easy for me to write a 160,000 word novel, and no publisher wants those. Even if I self-publish, I want to follow at least some of the wisdom offered in traditional publishing.

So on this “holiday” Monday, I’m happily absorbed by the 1970s and these characters I love. Tom and Debby did errands today, and I STILL scored good stuff.

My 25-year-old stapler died, and Tom replaced it with a pretty one.

Meanwhile, Debby found this pillow for me, and it’s now in the large guest room, also known as Lynne’s room and the red truck room.

Red trucks and big dogs. It’s what’s for Monday. Hope yours is good, too.