This is the part where I awkwardly tell you about my inadvertent, week-long blogging absence. That’s what I get for breaking up my every-other-day-or-so routine last week.
Note to self: oops.
Rather than spelling out things you already know¹, I’ll just skip to the juicy parts. Let’s pretend my life is a lemon (a before-I-made-lemonade-from-it version of lemon).
The juicy part? My absence was inadvertent² for a reason: June has been more productive, in terms of novel revision, than both April and May combined. This is rewarding and awesome (not to mention difficult and tiring). I crawl into my cave³ and re-emerge hours later, only to realize time has, indeed, continued to pass. And not at a snail’s pace, either. Unless said snail is propelled with rocket-boosters.
The sugar in the lemonade, while not technically part of the lemon itself, would be the oh-so-fun distractions I’ve had in the past week! Namely, I got to play the guitar and sing at church for all three services on Sunday. This involved, like, an all-day commitment, plus a rehearsal. It was a lot of fun, and it went well, but my poor hands are not used to that much guitar-playing. I ended up with fingers full of blazing sore calluses-in-the-making. (Needless to say, typing was a blast for the next few days.)
And now, for the seeds.
Obviously, the seeds represent the more annoying part of the week. I’ll lump the pith in there, too, since bitter white nastiness isn’t anyone’s idea of tasty. Right? (I hope no one thinks pith and seeds are the epitome of yum. That would just be sad. And confusing.)
Moving on. So, my week had its share of seeds and pith. Like seeds in a lemon-raspberry tart which, otherwise, is the picture of perfection, some emotionally draining stuff keeps popping up where it’s least expected. Responsibilities and commitments to think through, advice and support to give, random frustrations to deal with. Nothing terribly terrible on its own, just a lot of it all at once. Plus, I’m getting a cold. In June. Weird.
Rather than carry this lemony analogy full-circle (“My attitude has been…so…ZESTY!”) — mainly because I now have a wicked craving for lemon-raspberry tart — I’ll end it there.
In case you’re wondering where my Creativity Workshop end-o’-the-week-assessment is, it was eaten by snails. Don’t worry, though, you didn’t miss much. I took an inadvertent break from that, too, so there wasn’t much to report.
Also, in case you’re wondering why I didn’t post a new music video this week, in the tradition of the last two weeks (see here and here) — see my aforementioned blazing fingertips. I may have also had some bad hair days in there, and did not want to frighten anyone. (Give me some blue dye, I become Thing One and Thing Two.) I’ll do a new video next week, provided my fingertips and hair do not go on strike.
Aaaaand, last but not least? I get to hang out with THE Melissa Williams again tomorrow. Hello H-Town, hello humidity.
Hello, awesome weekend.
Hope things are going as well as a seedless lemon-raspberry tart for all of you!
PS: Here’s the recipe for the lemon-raspberry tart — just in case you’re now craving it as much as I am!
¹Things like: time, these days, has a way of making a girl feel like she’s been sucked into a time warp and spit out six months in the future. Or the past. Or somewhere else entirely.
²It would appear that the opposite of inadvertent is not the word advertent. This is inconvenient and somewhat illogical. Just a thought.
³Also known as my living room, with no lights on. Or, my favorite Starbucks. Or, my new favorite library. Who knew writing caves came complete with lattes and strange patrons?