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Just Another Tuesday!

The past four or so days have been really busy around my house. So, today, for the first time in days, I had a normal day. I slept in a little, I got some writing done, and I managed a nice workout. Long overdue, all of it, and it’s been nice. ❤️

My fingers are itching to get at the keyboard, not this one, I’m typing this on my phone while cooling down from that workout I mentioned. My laptop is charging in the corner, just waiting for me to get back to Justin and Lynsey. Things are heating up for them! 😊

I’d stick around and chat, but besides writing and editing, I have a million other things to do, too. Will you see all soon!

Heather.

A Rainy Writing Day…

It’s a rain, rain, rainy day! Seriously, it has rained all day. Still raining. It’s one thirty in the afternoon, I have work to do, but I’m tossing out a quick blog post first. (Insert thumbs up here!)

I’m sitting at my desk. Which is actually the bar in my kitchen. Sometimes it’s my couch, but today it’s the bar. I have a, well, what I’m actually about to say I’m sure will offend many, but I have a nice, big coffee mug full of water. — Yeah, I drink water out of coffee mugs. I just like the way it tastes out of coffee mugs. I know plenty people would say that water tastes like water no matter what you drink it out of, but I would argue the opposite. What you drink beverages out of changes the way they taste. And I will die on this hill! (With my coffee mug of water!) 😉

I have nine chapters left on this out of order edit I started about a month and a half ago. If you’re wondering why it has taken this long, well I’m writing my third book, too. I write for a couple days, edit for a couple, back and forth we go. I like to break up the monotony of doing the same thing day in and day out. Plus, I feel like my work is better when I get little breaks from it and come back. Whether I’m writing or editing.

I’m almost there. I can see the finish line. Plus, when I started this out of order edit, novel number three was at roughly 15,000 words. We’re now at 50,000! Woo-hoo! 😀 Makin’ progress.

A lot has been accomplished in the last month and a half. As much as I could have done? Probably not. No, definitely not. But, hey, we’ll get it.

I’m going to jump back in now, edit, and listen to the rain coming down outside my window.

Hope you all have a splendid day! – Heather.

Grilled Cheese Sandwiches & Happiness!

A little bit about my day…

I went to the grocery store, came home, did some laundry, edited four chapters of my manuscript, and that’s about it.

If you want a few more specifics, I bought new wax melts for the wax warmer, a lovely beach scent. I fed the birds, uncovered the flowers so they could get some sun, ate some chocolate chip cookies, and took a shower.

I have a little bit of a headache from sitting in front of the computer for hours, so I’m going to relax and watch something on tv. Don’t know what yet. We’ll see. Oh, and I’m making grilled cheese sandwiches and French fries for dinner. I’ve been wanting it all day! But we were out of sliced cheese, hence my run to the grocery store. But I have american and colby jack now, and I’m about to make grilled cheese magic happen!

Heather. ❤️

In Editing News…

I’ve been editing today.

I just did a chapter that used to be one of my worst ones. No joke. It has seen some of the largest edits over the last year (with the exception of chapter 1) and when I pulled it up I fully expected to wrestle with it some more. No matter what I did, that chapter never seemed to come together right.

Well, apparently, and to my great surprise, I only needed to make six minor changes!

It’s a fantastic read now! I didn’t realize I’d finally accomplished that feat and I’m breathing a huge sigh of relief right now. The last several edits were much more successful than I realized. I once thought, I’mma have to scrap the whole chapter; it’s never going to improve. And yet, here we are, and chapter 15 is good to go.

Now keep your fingers crossed because Chapter 16 is closely tied to it and saw a lot of reworks along with it. Hopefully when I get to it, as this edit round is out of order, it will be a pleasant surprise too! ❤️

If not, well, par for the course… 😂 At least now I know it’s possible. All hope is not lost! 😉

Bested By The Dog… Again.

I have a dog for sale. She’s a lovely black Labrador Retriever. She has big brown eyes and a pretty, silky coat. Her ears perk up all cute when you grab a pack of crackers, she loves long walks, and she’s fully potty trained. We’ve had her seven years. And she’s mostly well-behaved. She can be a pain in the rear end though. But you’ll easily overlook that as long as you keep in mind her adorable little face and her overly-waggy tail. I’m sure you’re asking yourself, why in the world would someone part with such a great dog?

Oh, I’ll tell you why!

Little miss came and sat in front of me. Just sat and stared. This means, Hey, Mom! I have to potty. Take me outside please. Except for when it doesn’t because the little manipulator just wants to go outside.

I told her no. (Don’t get it twisted, she went out four hours ago. She was fine.) Anyway, she just kept staring. So naturally, I explained myself. I said, “No. It’s cold.” She stared some more. So I said, “No. It’s 27 degrees outside. I won’t do it.” Now see here, some of you are probably thinking, you think that’s cold? Whaaat?! Well, I live in South Georgia. It only dips into the twenties a handful of times a year. That’s cold for us! — Anyway, she’s covered in fur, so what does she care? (She doesn’t.) So she just stared some more. So I stared back. Intimidation tactic 101. (This did not work.) She scooted closer and stared some more. I continued telling her, “No. No way. Won’t do it.”

As you can probably guess, I did it. Just in case she actually had to go, I didn’t want to be mean and refuse to let her. But, alas, it turns out I knew her all too well.

So there I was, in a pair of fuzzy socks, pajama shorts, a long sleeve tee, and wrapped in a fleece blanket, standing on our little back patio in 27 degree weather. Where was the dog? Oh, she was standing in the middle of the yard, staring at me like, I know you didn’t put shoes on, so I know you can’t come out here and get me. *sniffs around* *Looks up and stares again* Isn’t it nice out? I’m going to sniff over there now… *Goes and sniffs somewhere else.* — All the while, I’m telling her to come on, get inside. And she just keeps looking at me like, Why would I do that? You’re the dummy that brought me out here. Sucker!

After about two minutes, I’d had enough. The dog did not have to pee, and she was not the least bit ashamed of her behavior. In fact, she went over and scooped up a stick, toting it around, prancing about the yard like I wasn’t standing there telling her to get her butt inside.

What y’all don’t know, is that she’s a big chicken. Big. Chicken. Chick-Chick-Chick-Chicken! Seriously, she’s a fraidy cat. So I said, alright, that’s it. I marched myself inside and shut the door and the curtain. You know what she doesn’t like… thinking she’s stuck outside in the dark by herself and can’t get inside. The closing of the curtain was the real kicker. That was when she was like, Uh-oh! Mama can’t see me on the other side of the door anymore. This is bad. — Because like most dogs, she comes to the backdoor when she’s ready to come in. But we don’t close the curtain. Not when she’s outside. So little miss thought she was locked out. (I was peeking through the curtain.) Which is how I saw her race up and stare at the door like, let me in! And because it was after midnight and I didn’t want her to disturb the neighbors by barking, I only made her stand there a minute before I let her in.

And do you know what she did? Danced over to the laundry room where we keep the treats like she was about to get one. No siree! Not on my watch. (Seriously, she didn’t get one. We do not reward blatant disobedience in this house.) (Well, most of time. She slides by on occasion. What can I say, we’re only human!)

Obviously I’m not really selling the dog. She would be, and this is no understatement, completely devastated. Absolutely heartbroken and incredibly depressed. Seven years is a long time. And I joke, but we, my husband and I, would be just as devastated. Again, seven years is a long time. We’re all attached to each other, and it’s til death do us part. (Even if she drives us crazy along the way. — Which she is good at!)

It’s Like Jekyll & Hyde… Sort Of.

This is about my many heated, volatile, passionate, wild, irrational, mixed emotions… about working out.

If you’re wondering, what?! Don’t worry. I’ll explain.

I love it. I love exercising. It’s the best way for me to kick stress. It feels good. It’s fun, It’s exciting. It does fantastic things for my mental well being as well as my physical. Seriously, it does it all. It’s great. The endorphin rush is worth writing home about. It’s fantastic!

But here’s the thing… despite all that, and knowing what’s waiting for me on the other side… I still have to drag myself off the couch, grumbling and complaining most days… because, well, I don’t wanna!

But I do! But I don’t! — Now isn’t that something?

I was thinking about it yesterday while working out. Right smack in the middle of some jumping jacks, I was like, Oh yeah!! Best decision I’ve made all day baby!!!! (I may or may not have said this out loud.) (I did it. I said it out loud. With an embarrassing amount of enthusiasm, too.)

Anyway, my mind went back to when it took me an hour, a full hour, to convince myself to get up and work out. I literally grumbled all the way to the closet to change. Then all the way to the laundry room to get my shoes. Then I sat on the couch for an hour, reading a book, with my tennis shoes on, trying to convince myself to get up. I grumbled as I put on music, and huffed with great annoyance during the first few minutes of exercising. However, halfway through, there I was shouting all sorts of ridiculous stuff because I felt fantastic!

And I thought, why in the world did I fight myself so hard? Why is it so difficult to get up and get started when I know I’m going to be incredibly grateful when it’s all said and done?

Isn’t it wild how that works? And maybe that’s just a me thing. For all I know I’m the only person in the world who does this. It’s like the lazy, unmotivated part of me is like, no. I don’t want to. Leave me alone. But the slightly more disciplined, wiser part of me is like, Yes. Get up. Now! You lazy couch potato! — And round and round we go.

It’s funny, it was easier when I was losing weight a couple years ago. Because every week I’d see a pound/pound and a half drop and that was all the motivation I needed to keep at it. I had way less days where I didn’t want to. Plus it was new, and that made it more fun. Now that all the extra weight is gone, and the new has worn off, I have to fight to stay more disciplined. Which is strange, given I know if I don’t exercise enough I’m a grumpy, antagonistic, much more anxious, I-will-bite-your-head-off-for-looking-at-me kind of person. (And nobody wants that! — Just ask my husband… 😉 )

So there’s a little look into my love/hate relationship with working out. I really do love it. It’s changed my entire life for the better. But I still have to fight a part of me that’s like, I would rather not, thank you. Crazy, huh?

Maybe not. Maybe you can relate. I don’t know. If you can, you know what I’m talking about. We can commiserate together. If you can’t, well, gimme some of what you got!

I’ll see y’all later. I have to go workout.

Heather!

A Glimpse Into What Comes Next…

I did a little writing, did a little reading, did a little exercising, did a little watching TV…. You get the gist. It’s been a regular ol day around here.

I can’t say as I have much to blog about. I’m not feeling the least bit inspired. Nothing is coming to me. Nothing at all.

I did get some really good stuff written today though. Which I always feel like is more important. I like blogging, and it’s good fun. I enjoy interacting with everyone out in the world. But my heart is with the characters I’ve created, in the world I’ve built, with the stories I’m telling. So when it comes to pouring my energy into something, if I stumble around here a bit, it’s not the end of the world, so long as I’m still standing upright when I flip my laptop open to work on the current manuscripts.

Also. Random piece of info you may or may not care about… I have a plan that spans a lot of books and a lot of years. Ya girl is going hard! 😘 Anyway, this first series I’m working on, my Sweetgum Valley Series, will have 12 or so books. After that, well I’ve already been tossing around an idea for the next series that will come after it. Sweetgum Valley is a fictional town set in the North Ga Mountains. When I was ruminating on where I’d go next, I thought, I think I’ll stick closer to home next time with a fictional coastal town, set along Georgia’s coast. We have a ways to go before getting there, but it’s in the back of my mind, and someday we’ll see it come to life!

Heather. ❤️