I’m interrupting my edits to give you zucchini relish…
This is one of two batches I made over the weekend as well as dill pickles. Sorry, no photo of the pickles. Hubby already took them to the basement. He’s so efficient that way. ;)
And coloured leaves…
We’ve been seeing leaves of various colours along the roadside. It’s only the middle of August. What’s up with that?
Okay, so I’m on a tight schedule here with the edits but sometimes you’ve got to live life. Do I need to be writing a blog post. Nope. But I am just the same. Why? Because I feel like it.
Yesterday, we went to a 50th Anniversary party for friends of ours. I snapped the leaf photo on the way home, ground up the veggies for relish to sit overnight, and took a dive into the edits. This morning I cooked the relish and sealed them in jars with the help of Hubby who’s pretty helpful in that department. As I said, my schedule is tight, what with working five days a week and making pickles and relish, but a part of me likes having a date looming over me. It makes me determined to get things the way I want them. I love working on edits and my editor has asked some challenging questions about the the story. I’ll have to turn to my mum to clarify some things about the Halifax School For the Blind because she’s my expert in that department. It’s great having an inside source.
Okay, so time to get back into the edits. When things slow down, I’ll let you know a bit more about the book. Maybe even give you a peek at the cover. Gotta go. Wish me luck!
Posted by Laura Best on August 14, 2016
I wonder how many end of the world blog posts went up this past week? Maybe some of you even wrote one. I actually thought about writing one myself, one night while I was trying to shut my head off from the edits I was doing. I got thinking about what I’d want to leave behind for some other civilization to find in the case of my demise if I decided to write uch a post. Well, actually, the demise of the entire planet (unless you have a bunker some place to wait it out , but personally, I didn’t see any on sale and something just told me they’d be too pricey for me to afford.) So while I was thinking about all this, the thoughts of a time capsule started to sound interesting. What would I place in one? What would leave behind a lasting impression should the world come to an end? What things would tell the story of me and my contribution to the world? That’s when I had to remind myself of how unimportant my life would be should the end actually come. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing I could put in a time capsule that would wow some alien from another planet. And really do I care what some alien thinks? I don’t think so.
So, while I wasn’t having much luck settling down for the night, my mind then envisioned someone riding through the streets crying, “The Apocalypse is coming, the Apocalypse is coming!“ (Can you tell I write historic fiction?) That’s when I had to giggle. But hey, imagine if these doomsday predictions had come many years ago, before the invention of tv or the Internet. Who would warn the masses to prepare for the end? I mean, think of poor old Paul Revere when he made his historic ride, warning that the British were coming. If he could have posted that on Facebook it would have saved a lot of time and effort on his part, not to mention his poor horse. And tweeting? Let’s not even go there. Call me physic but I predict that warning would probably have gone viral. I mean, the British were coming. That was serious business back then.
So, December 21 came and went. I spent the day shopping. There were so many people out like it was their last day on earth. (Sorry, couldn’t resist that!)
The end of the world predictions will be forgotten for the time being—at least until the next time. My daughter mentioned she’d read that a specific time had even been chosen—7:11 am.. And here’s the kicker—After my restless I-cant-shut-my-head-off-after-spending-the-evening-on-edits night, when I woke in the morning and looked at the clock. Do you know what time it was? Yup, you guess it: 7:11. Wow my subconscious must really be something. Here’s hoping it helps me out the next time I’m stuck on a storyline.
So, how did you spend your end of the world day? Anything exciting happen other than the world not coming to an end? Do you have any doomsday jokes you’re just dying to share? I’d sure like to read them.
Posted by Laura Best on December 22, 2012