weird day

I had a weird day yesterday, getting a very late start but managing to tie off a lot of ends, ends that hadn't been hanging around very long, but did tend to . . . clutter things up.  It started with working on the website to begin setting up for the HOLLOWS INSIDER release coming up, fitted in there was laundry, (which did not get done on the weekend for some reason,) a chat out on my lawn with the city about the trees in the street lawn. Back to my desk to go through the lined pages of the next graphic novel, (Which looks majorly cool, by the way.) mailing a few things out that had been fermenting too long, settling a few dates for the mini-tour, and then even got to some honest to goodness work on the rewrite, backtracking to fix something that spanned two chapters and made my transitions better, not to mention answered a few logic questions. This is why I like rewrites.  It's the only time I let myself go back and fix things now.  Filed a few things to find the top of my cabinet.  Capped the day off with dinner out with my folks to celebrate their wedding anniversary and my dad's birthday.  (He is a smart man, my dad, getting married on his birthday.  I keep forgetting mine . . . )

So, a lot of weird things in one day, which makes me itchy to push forward today into new/old material.  That big character shift I mentioned a week back is going well, and I'm glad I got brave and cut and slashed what didn't work anymore, much as I hated to lose it, to make room for new things I hadn't thought of yet.  Those new things are starting to materialize, and it feels more solid and not so complex  you need a playbook to follow the action.

I am so ready to put some good butt-in-chair time.  It doesn't hurt that all the windows are open and I have a new tree to look at outside my window.  It was just what my office garden needed.  I got Chill on my Sirius this a.m. and as long as they keep the vocals out of it, the beat will keep my fingers moving.  Me at my desk, puppies content in their beds, Mr. Fish occupied watching Mrs. Egg Cover.  -grin-  He has come a long way from the pale, almost-dead fish I bought last year.  It's going to be a good day.