After the painters cleared out for the weekend, I took the trash out. I wanted to sit out there for a bit but my yard furniture is in the basement. I looked my Clematis over saw one sprig with green leaves, hope it can make it through the trampling.
We leave the music up all weekend, sometimes into Monday, so take your time with listening.
Glad you got some outside time in, it’s a good kind of tired.
I am not one much for note taking, and I know that is important when attempting to write a novel. For my poetry it usually just flows like a river. Man I love when that happens.
Backup is crucial isn’t it.
I run three things, notes to outline to story, and then simultaneously afterward. It actually feels more flexible that way and easier to keep track of changes. It’s so much easier now than before the computer.