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Wednesday, September 3, 2008 - Mid-Week Musings

Posted in Slice of Life

     My editor is looking for my story. I spend a lot of time just thinking about what I am going to write about. Now I'm on a deadline. Ugh! I prefer this piece to be behind me. I will finish tomorrow and press "send." With that assignment finished, I will work on my book. My co-editor needs information so we can move towards publication. I have so many pieces to write, all for different purposes.
     I still haven't figured out the writer's space thing. I tried writing at the dining room table. The space is not conducive to writing. The height of the table is good. The lighting is fine. But the space is not mine. It is a temporary place to work until I can find a more permanent spot. I will be much more productive when I can finally make a space my own.
     Tomorrow is a bake day. I've already made the dough for 12 dozen chocolate chip cookies. Banana Bread, Cranberry Nut Bread, and Berry English Muffin Bread are all on the agenda for tomorrow afternoon. I have guests this evening, so I'll need to clean rooms tomorrow morning before I bake. Then I will have time to finish some of the writing I'm working on.
     Over the weekend, the Genesee Country Village and Museum had their Fireworks Extravaganza. Some of my guests attended. I remained behind and was working at the Inn getting ready for Sunday since I had close to a full house. I really was paying much attention to the fireworks display when I suddenly remembered I had left Cooper and Bentley outside. I looked out the window and saw Cooper sitting on the porch next to the side door, but Bentley was no where to be found. I ran down to the little house, calling his name, but it was apparent he had taken off. I called... and called again with no luck. I couldn't image where he went since he had on his collar on for the Invisible Fence. I figured he was so spooked, he broke through and darted off into the woods behind our house. Those six acres never seemed so big. It was starting to get dark and still Bentley had no returned. I had even taken the car out to cruise the next street in hopes that he may have gone through our property and onto our neighbors. Unfortunately he wasn't there.
To be continued tomorrow.