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I tried to post this last night, but for whatever reason it just wouldn’t post. Luckily I had saved it as a draft. So I can post it now. Enjoy.
Nine pages today. But a good nine pages. Trinity is off with Jonathon’s parents on vacation. Jon and I tried to go to a bed and breakfast, or some other quick vacation. Trin will be home on Monday. But every bed and breakfast we wanted to go to could book us in for Friday, but not Saturday, but Sunday was open, too. Yeah, travel out of town when your room is only yours for two out of three nights. No thanks. Every trip we tried to plan had a problem with it. Something in the planning stage went wrong early. Jon and I took it as a sign. We decided to stay home. Besides the book is going so well, if I leave it for three or four days, it won’t be. It can take weeks to recover from a vacation when the productivity is going like this. In fact, you may never get a book back up and running with a break of that length at this point. I’m at the half way mark. Now is not the time for a break. Now is the time to buckle down and work harder.
We’ll take a long weekend when the book is done. And we can’t leave for too long with the addition at this point. We’ve reached the point where Jon and I have to choose flooring, tile, paint, fixtures, etc . . . We don’t want to have people hanging around waiting for us to decide things. We want this to go forward and get done, ASAP. Though admittedly, I’m not sure how I feel about Darla’s plan that my office is the first one to move over to the new addition. I’d rather finish the book here first, then move. But she’s right, I am on top, and it would be logical, but . . . Well, we’re at least a month away from having to decide that. So, no worries.
Jon, Richard, and I, had a lovely evening. We went to our favorite local book store and wondered around browsing books, and buying books. We got some chi’s and went home to read what we’d gotten, and talk. No television, which was nice for a change. Gotta go to bed. Tired.
Like I said, up top, this was written last night, late. I’ve read it over and I was tired. I’d like to add that it had been months since Jon and I got to wonder a bookstore, simply browsing, not because I need something for research. Not because we were buying a present for someone, but simply because we wanted to browse the book shop. We got lots of interesting stuff. I did buy some things for research, couldn’t help it. GUIDE TO MARINE MAMMALS OF THE WORLD was the main one I got for research. It’s actually going to get used on the current book, if not on stage, it’s information that I as a writer would do better knowing. But I bought two books that were just for fun, just because I wanted to read them. Like I said, it’s been a long time since I went to the bookstore without a work oriented agenda. The GUIDE TO MARINE MAMMALS was just a happy, useful, accident. Serendipity at it’s best.
But while Trin is gone on vacation with her Grandma and Grandpa, Jon and I are going to be doing what relaxes us. Good bookstores, reading other people’s books, eating at nice restaurants that have no children’s menus (all you parents know what I mean), have lots of alone time between Jon and myself (yes, I mean sex), but not just sex, also a chance to talk to each other without a half dozen people running in and out. There will be no work on the addition this weekend, so literally we’re going to have a lot of alone time. Very nice. We got to sleep in today until almost ten. That was luxury. The dogs didn’t think so, but they were pretty good sports. But I will work today, because to leave the book at this point would be wrenching for me. So a weekend of doing things we enjoy, sleeping late, eating well, reading, talking, intimaticy, and all without leaving home. It also means that the exercise plan isn’t disrupted, or the dogs boarded, or me having to conquer my fear of flying one more time. The exercise plan is still a delicate thing after over a year and a half, because Jon and I do not enjoy it. We enjoy the results, but the actual working out is still not fun. But if we were the kind of people that enjoyed exercise we’d have been doing it on our own.