Frank loves his John Deere. He’s had it for over thirty years. It blows snow and cuts grass and has never let us down. We should do a commercial.
Even if you like winter, and I do, right around this time of the year I tend to open the blinds in the morning and my first thought when I see the beautiful, tall evergreens, laden with glistening white snow under a full sun in a big blue sky, is…BLAH. So what. Whatever.
I am out of work and locked in the house due to snow and a recuperating dog http://wp.me/p2DycD-8A. Opportune time for writing. I should be writing a thousand words, at least, a day.
Haven’t written a damn thing. Did some lusterless scene re-writes and the lackluster shows. I was boring myself.
Something needed to be done. Fortunately, I know myself pretty well these days and I recognized the signs of SASSY (Short Attention Span Syndrome, Y’know) and FW (Winter is the second word).
The answer, for me, is multi-tasking. I need a minimum of three projects to work on if I plan on accomplishing anything. Once I build a mental block about one project, to the point where even thinking about it shuts down all brain activity, I end up on the couch, with ice-cream and potato chips, watching back-to-back episodes of House Hunters.
So one of the new tasks I’ve undertaken is Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/
This is how I will be publishing my book so my plan is to break my book up into manageable chunks. I will work on three chapters at a time to make them perfect and upload them into Smashwords. That will be a nice break as I learn how to do that. Work on the next three, and repeat.
That is my plan. If anyone has hints and tips on working with Smashwords, I would be more than happy to hear them.
Meanwhile, I will also be a nursemaid to Maple. It’s only been one week since her surgery and I’m already have a difficult time keeping her from jumping and frolicking. Supposed to keep her quiet for another seven weeks before I can even start her rehab; it is not going to be easy. She’s not used to being on a leash, never mind a short leash, but what breaks my heart is the fact that, though she doesn’t understand why I’m forcing her to stay inside when she’d rather be outside cavorting in the snow, she still loves me anyway. I can only hope she understands that I’m doing it for her own good and things will eventually get back to the previous wonderful mayhem her life used to be.
Meanwhile, a short leash is necessary, as is an Elizabethan cone, to keep her from licking and gnawing at her staples. Contrary to popular belief, a dog’s saliva contains a lot of bacteria. I still welcome her kisses, but not to the point where she licks away a layer of skin.
At the same time, I’ve got to tell you, it’s rather intimidating.