the vine field

The post-school-year getaway trip is over. I'm in a holding pattern with a couple of clients while they decide the fate a line of products (for which I'm the copywriter), and I have a manuscript out to a freelance editor, and another out, via my agent, to a couple other editors. And a third, yes, a third, composting between drafts. I'm also letting a book I've just read muddle about in my head before interviewing the author, and waiting for another book I've been asked to review to arrive in the mail.

So. Instead of power-washing the garden shed, training for an iron man competition, or catching up on all the blogs I've bookmarked, I'm following my chickens around with my iphone in order to figure out this vine shit that all the youngsters are hot and heavy about. Y'all playing in my sandbox? Embracing the latest distraction because, really, we simply do not have enough of them?

Plus, I have a cold.  

How did you celebrate the Super Moon?