Two weeks of hearing nothing.
Are my fingertips reduced to bloody nubs?
I’ve been staying busy with going through my manuscript one more time for basic spelling/grammar errors. Finished that this morning.
A friend and fellow writer (Hi, Loraine!) asked me to go through the first part of hers, so that took up my attention for a few days.
Taking TONS of photos. Owning my camera less than a month and already I’ve snapped over 2900 pictures. The one here is what I call the Accidental Grasshopper. As I was taking shots of my son at a playground, I happened to notice a small lump on a park bench. I zoomed in as far as I could and snapped the shot. Only after I downloaded it did I notice the lump was a grasshopper. Pretty cool, huh? To see a better view, click on the photo. You can also see all the other photos I’ve taken (the better ones anyway, so no worries about sifting through 2900+ pictures).
I also assembled and printed a book for a friend whose husband passed away at the end of August. It contains photographs, poems and other expressions of sympathy from her other friends.
Is it wrong to say I enjoyed putting it together?
I guess when someone dies, we feel powerless to help those who are left behind. Even though nothing we say or do will take away their grief, we still need to do something, anything, to let them know they’re not alone. I suppose it’s no wonder people shower the grieved with food, flowers, cards and the like. The book was a way to express my sympathy.
Starting tonight I plan on diving into my WIP mentioned in previous entries preliminary-titled "The Redarian Wars." I’m going to dive into Step 2 of the Snowflake Method where I expand my one-sentance summary to a full paragraph.
I’ll let you know how it goes.