How I Am Spending My Summer, or Why My Second Novel Isn't Getting Closer to Being Done

I am attempting to type with only one index finger. This is not going well and is requiring even more use of the backspace button. But why is your typing worse than usual, you ask? I put a sewing machine needle through the left index finger two weeks ago. Yep, it was a grand time in the ER that day as I faced my extreme medical needle phobia with a healthy dose of Ativan and by belting out the "Masturbation Song" (both verses... Much to the delight of all of my nurses).

Why am I sewing like a fiend, enough to put a needle through my finger after almost 35 years  without misstep? The Kentucky Highland Renaissance Festival is going on for four more weeks and I had three people to costume. The Boy is back as the Yellow Page to His Majesty, Robert the Bruce. My husband is debuting as Master Marcus Black, sole owner and proprietor of Black's Market. Me? I'm French nobility and they told me "Go over the top with your costume." I think you know that I took that sentence to heart.

So, my writing has been supplanted by sewing. I can't complain. The fair is fantastic, the cast wonderful, and the patrons a ball to play with. Best part? The Boy is off on his own adventures for a good 13 hours each day of the weekend and I don't have to worry. He comes back at the end of the day with stories to tell and exhaustion to sleep off. Now that things are settling down costume-wise, I hope to see some writing. Soon.

But for now, I need to clean out my basket, keep laundry going, and get us back on track for the week after being gone all weekend.