A large glass of wine.
Good evening from hazy Vermont. I miss blogging in the morning when my mind is clear and fresh. At this point in my life, I can’t seem to manage getting up before 6:30 AM to write before work. My mother–now she’s an early bird, often waking around 4 AM. I suspect when I’m older I’ll need less sleep myself. For now, I’ll keep to Sunday afternoons after work, and you’ll just have to deal with my brain fatigue.
This week we have two guests coming to the library, Rick Prashaw, the author of Soar, Adam, Soar, and VT Attorney General TJ Donovan, who will speak on the criminalization of poverty. Responsible for their both visiting and the success of the events, I’m imagining worse case scenarios in all directions. I will live through it, and maybe even enjoy it and learn a thing or two. But planning events? Not my ken. I suspect by Friday I’ll be ready for a large glass of wine.
Here’s the latest on my zero-waste journey. No more toothpaste or deodorant tubes, no more shampoo bottles, no more plastic toothbrushes. What I’m really struggling with is remembering to bring containers to grocery stores, restaurants, and cafes. I need a special travel kit that’s always with me. I’ll see if I can assemble it from bits and pieces here, and report back next week.
Not much news on my book, except that its Welcome to the World date is October 15th. I’ll do a cover reveal in a few weeks. Things at the Mall have been quiet–not too many books or tees sold. We are hoping that we’ll get more sales between Thanksgiving and Christmas. As backup, I’ll participate in the Bishop Marshall School craft fair again. My local readers always come through for me.
My writing today seems so drab. That’s the difference for me between writing in the morning and writing in the evening. In the morning, I’m ready to explore new words and magically turn a phrase. At night, I can barely articulate. Darn.
I leave you with Serena’s shot of Lake Elmore. Check back next week for another segment of Finding Home.