The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

I love rocky road
So put another scoop in the cup, baby
I love rocky road
So come and take your time and eat with me
As long as it's got chocolate in it, it's all good.

I've got a fresh pot of coffee going and the teapot is full and hot for those who want a hot cuppa. There are some various treats on the counter and a platter of hot buttermilk biscuits and a big bowl of sausage gravy for those who want something more substantive.

I didn't get a lot of writing done yesterday but I am much happier with how the story is going. The muttering you hear is not me casting incantations but just talking to myself as I try to get some words down on electronic paper.
 
I didn't get a lot of writing done yesterday but I am much happier with how the story is going. The muttering you hear is not me casting incantations but just talking to myself as I try to get some words down on electronic paper.

My revisions to Escape from Cimarron are going slowly, too. I'm lucky to get a couple lines of dialog done in a day and not change them later. That's partly intentional and partly due to the crush of other things that have to get done.

It's hard to rewrite Nita. She's a young woman with too much sass, but she still needs to be likeable to male readers. There's a balance between bite and humor that's hard to hit.

Okay, at least I caught the Joan Jett reference.

But did you get the Weird Al reference?
 
I'm actually writing today. I've given up on complaining when I feel bad and shouting for joy when I feel well. I'm just a girl on ya o-yo string. Life is just one up and down after another.
 
It WAS an electric mower. I'm sorry yer honor but I still love gas powered mowers... they're very manly.

having a push mower would have been a lost cause for me for the last thirteen years. i somehow think I'll miss mowing five acres + this summer. grab a beer, pull off my shirt and crank the tunes on the headphones... mowing while riding my John Deere was hardly a chore...It was enjoyable. ( reminds me, I need to hook the trailer to my truck and get out to the farm and load my 351 up and drive away before the ex hits a financial boondoggle and thinks she can get away with selling my lawn tractor. She never made a payment on it. That JD is MINE!)
 
As long as it's got chocolate in it, it's all good.

I've got a fresh pot of coffee going and the teapot is full and hot for those who want a hot cuppa. There are some various treats on the counter and a platter of hot buttermilk biscuits and a big bowl of sausage gravy for those who want something more substantive.

I didn't get a lot of writing done yesterday but I am much happier with how the story is going. The muttering you hear is not me casting incantations but just talking to myself as I try to get some words down on electronic paper.
biscuits and gravy is one of the ways I have become more West Virginian than Californian since I moved. and there's a state wide chain called Tudors whose biscuits are absolutely sinful!!
 
biscuits and gravy is one of the ways I have become more West Virginian than Californian since I moved. and there's a state wide chain called Tudors whose biscuits are absolutely sinful!!
Ahhh, Tudors. I try to stop by every chance I get to travel to West Virginia.
 
Just popping in to make sure a fresh pot of coffee is brewing and celebrating a win by my Lobos!
Thanks for the news. I was writing (technical, not erotic) and completely missed the game. Barring a huge upset, Michigan State should be up next.
 
@NotWise - Yeah, Michigan State will be tough ...

I've got a fresh pot of coffee brewing and I've heated up the teapot so you can have a hot cup of tea. There are donuts on the counter and there are biscotti for those who like to dunk ...

I was sorry to hear George Foreman passed last night. He was a really sweet person in his later years ...
 
Me, too. Cup is empty and there's plenty in the pot... but I am pinned down by an 80# dog who is trying to get reassurance that Dad still loves him. He's feeling bad about peeing on the floor in front of the patio door because we couldn't move fast enough for his desperate state at the moment.

Old dogs must be like old men... over time there's a shorter and shorter interval between "Maybe I should..." and "Ohmygawd get out of my way!"
 
I'm in lovely Lisle, Illinois (Chicago suburb) where I just got reminded that restaurants out here put a midwestern spin on all sorts of ethnic food--sometimes to the point of being unrecognizable as what they call it.

I brought some unfinished stories with me so maybe I can make some progress during slack times. I even made a few notes on the plane.
 
Another morning and another pot of coffee brewing. The teapot is hot so you can have a cuppa. There are treats on the counter.

The weatherman needs to re-calibrate whatever they're using to predict the weather here. It's all over the place and makes it hard to plan any gardening chores ...

Not much writing done yesterday. The initial joy of figuring out where the story was going had worn off and I am struggling to put any words on paper. I guess it's true that the hardest part of being a writer is staying a writer. Sigh ...
 
Weather here is ankle-deep mud. At least in our backyard. It rained an inch overnight and is still going.

We're halfway through the fence replacement project, and the lawn is torn up from the heavy equipment demolishing and collecting the collapsed brick. At least that part is done. The demolition guy told us last week that if we wanted that stump ground and the near-dead oak removed, now is the time. So the tree guy put us in his queue, and the weather has been totally uncooperative. It's been rain, or high winds, or rain and wind, all of which means he doesn't work. Everything else - topsoil fill, new fence, reseeded lawn - gets to wait it all out.

In construction parlance we have a "critical path" situation. And it is critically muddy, that's for sure. Now add the dog to this equation.

:rolleyes:
 
I guess it's true that the hardest part of being a writer is staying a writer. Sigh ...
Check the quote in my signature. I thought being disabled could help me with writing, but distractions are everywhere...
 
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