It's Monday again (funny how that happens every week!). There's not much to report over here. Well, besides the fact that I managed to get my daughter in blue shorts and a blue bow today. I know! It's like the apocalypse happened!
Other than that, I'm knee deep in revision two of the manuscript I'd put aside some time ago. Imagine my surprise when I realized it was actually pretty good. I'm changing the voice up a little, though, on this pass. I'm hoping to get it finished by the end of October. *crossing fingers*
Tomorrow I have a date to play with clay. I was supposed to go last week and canceled because I was sick. I'm kind of nervous about it. I get that it sounds odd. Why would I be nervous about playing with clay? But I am! It's not like I have any illusions that I'm going to walk away with a usable piece of pottery.
I had marked on the calendar that I was going. My husband read it and commented, "You know, you're going to get dirty."
"And you're still going to go?"
"Does that fascinate you?"
He shook his head. "No. It's just that... I love this island."