The weather in the Mohawk Valley has taken a turn towards perfect. As I type this into our little Acer, I am sitting on our deck, enjoying a lovely breeze. The two trees in our backyard give enough shade to keep me cool and to keep the sun from really bothering my eyes. The sunshine is bright enough to make everything in your yard look pretty, and that’s a pretty good trick, since I have not done much yardwork or gardening this season.
My container garden is still in bloom. Of course some plants have done better than others, but I am seeing bright purple and yellow blooms as well as a enough basil for at least one more good batch of pesto.
In short, life is good.
If only I could write, life would be perfect. I spent a good portion of the day thinking about my novel (I reiterate that I have the sort of job where one can think about other things and still be productive). I tried to frame things into “Because THIS then THIS,” with no notable success. What terrible news. Fiction MUST have a progression, cause and effect, one thing leads to another. Otherwise, why would the reader turn the page?
But one must persevere. I vowed I would finish this novel. I must either come up with an outline that fits what I have written thus far, and continue to write, or I must start all over again. This is a daunting proposition, but one which I am prepared to face.
In the meantime, I am greatly enjoying my time sitting out on the deck while my beloved husband cooks supper.
Full disclosure: Steven finished cooking when I has halfway through the second sentence of the first paragraph. I stopped composing to eat then continued on, leaving the headline I had written first, in order to make this Non-Sequitur Thursday. I hope this blog post meets with your approval.