<3 It's Memorial Day Weekend, no school on Monday. Yay!--Kaja <3

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Because, you know, high school. Done with. Somewhere in there is my niece. It was a good day for her and for the family.
Seriously — when I know what I’m doing, what I’m about to write, I have the easiest time writing it. I just wrote the next chapter all in one go. It’s 3546 words. Took me 3 1/2 hours.
I typed the chapter straight into the computer because I’d spent so much time thinking about this chapter, about these scenes, that I knew exactly what I needed to write. That almost always helps. (My normal process is writing out by hand and then typing. Sometimes I don’t need to do that, like today. It also helped that this chapter was FUN, and so the writing of it was fun.)
Now, I’m going to get back to Zydeco Queen. And possibly finish that sooner than I’d originally anticipated.
Tomorrow I have the day off. I’m going to try to replicate today: spend the morning thinking and plotting and planning the next chapter, then write it all in one go in the afternoon. That would be a good thing, as I only have two more weeks left that I can work on this novel, before I have to put it aside for the short story workshop.
This morning I saw “The Avengers.” That was really, really fun. I enjoyed it. I only see about 2 movies per year, and I’m glad this was one of them.
But now — dinner, then back to work.
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…leaving the front yard defined in mounds of mulch (flowerbeds) and pathways. You are either a mulch-heap, or a pathway. Or a rocky streambed. There is no other choice in our front yard. We are weeded, and mulched, pathed, and we are both quite, quite tired—Jane most of all, because she was out there supervising and toting bales herself. I mostly went after things, like ice, and food; and a timer; and such.
Now the front yard looks as we designed it to look, except we need some basalt edging to rim the mulch-mounds. It’s sooooo much easier to weed when you have a good barrier of weedcloth and newspaper down, under mulch. Weeds that ordinarily sink a fierce taproot come up without a struggle.
(*) Under the pen name of M.L.N.Hanover
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At the office all the morning, dined at home, Mr. Hollier with me. Presented this day by Mr. Browne with a book of drawing by him, lately printed, which cost me 20s. to him. In the afternoon to the Temple, to meet with Auditor Aldworth about my interest account, but failed meeting him. To visit my cozen Creed, and found her ill at home, being with child, and looks poorly. Thence to her husband, at Gresham College, upon some occasions of Tangier; and so home, with Sir John Bankes with me, to Mark Lane.
We, as parents, all want our children to be happy. I take that as a given. We do not always make our children happy - but at base, we want our children to lead happy, long lives.
Given the way life works, life is not predictable. We are adults, our children are not. We know the things that caused us pain - and we want to help our own children avoid that pain, and avoid bearing those scars.
( But... )
And now, I am running out of the house because it’s our 23rd anniversary :)
