Is the title of the new short story I am writing. I know the path of the tale, as it wends through a Victorian bed and breakfast, and I feel the fire and the circle of it, so I am confident enough in its completion to actually mention it. 😉 It’s a ghost story One of my friends and I are trying to keep ourselves motivated by running a competition to see who can reach 60,000 words by June 26th. Yesterday I wrote 2,846 (the story is 3,929 words long so far) so I only have 57,154 more words to go. I can do it.
So far today I’ve checked my email multiple times, cleaned, and started on my Great File Project, because I want to clean and organize every drawer in this office. And I edited. Also, one of the faculty members received a nude bust for some speech he gave, and he put it on top of my book cases. It looks very…Greek. Except that she has very well defined breasts, so I took tissue paper and pleated her a little toga. What more can one want from a day? Craft projects, cleaning, organizing, writing.
When I get home I’ll work more on my bodice. I’ll be going to an SCA event at the end of the month, and I realized I don’t really have any summer garb. All the dresses I wanted to make didn’t really work out…I take ages to sew anything, which is why I won’t ever make anyone anything ever again…so I decided to make a new bodice, and wear a shirt/over shirt and shirt I’d already made. The bodice will be of a lovely cream-gold brocade, with chrysanthemums a little lighter than the fabric and small flowers in red, blue, brown and purple. It’s beautiful, and I hope I do a good job.
Now I will go get the mail, get something to eat in town, and come back to the office. I love summer. Freedom is a huge deal to me, as is flexibility, so it’s just so fantastic to have a job where you get that a couple months out of the year.