This morning I got out my little watercolor palette and tried a tulip. I didn't put enough water on the paper so the paint didn't spread and blend as much as I'd hoped it would but I think it turned out okay.
Then after lunch I pulled out the drawing things and drew five things with wings--a griffin, a winged man, an eagle, a mythological bird, and a goose. They all please me about the same, I'm not choosing a favorite today. Some days I think I'm getting worse instead of better.
Most of the day I spent reading my manuscript trying to find a place to add in some trouble. I didn't find any which was monumentally frustrating. I broke out a few pieces that I might submit for critique when I'm up at The Clearing in 10 days.
My cleaner came today so my house smells nice and fresh and clean. She's a big fan of my books so she was excited that I have a new title and even more excited that I'm having audiobooks recorded. Witnessing her excitement bled away a little of my manuscript frustration.
--Barbara
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Isn't it nice to have someone come and clean your house? I love it when she leaves and the floors are all shiny and it smells so good. And all I have to do is stay out of her way.
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