Shiny kitchen, growing plants, shameful honesty

Shiny shiny. Kevin’s fault. Work of a weekend.

We got a new houseplant yesterday, a peace lily. I also got an orange tree and a Meyer lemon tree! Well, I say tree but they’re both tiny bushes at the moment. Well, I say tiny but they take up all of Kevin’s dressertop. I dunno if they’ll actually bear fruit, but the window they’re in is a second-story south-facing window that gets the most light in the house. So we’ll see. Still, the orange tree was in bloom already, and oh my goodness orange blossom is intoxicating.

We also got some humidifiers, a big one for upstairs and a small one for downstairs. They’re just the evaporative kind but they definitely make the house a more pleasant place. Between the trees and the bedroom humidifier, Kevin’s actually managed to convince me to close my bedroom window, which hasn’t happened in many years. I’m really sensitive to the smell of stale air!

I wish I had more to report than that, especially on the writing front. Aren’t you all tired of that mantra? I sure am. Okay, here’s the thing.1 Clap your hands if you DO believe I can have a finished new Carousel Chain story fresh for reading here by Friday morning. Er, and post here as well, or else the little fairy might not hear you.

“Just think, with a tiny portion of your daily Internet interest-allotment, this starving artist can earn her keep for the week! No charity has ever asked for less, and no gift will ever do more!” 2

1I clearly don’t care about disappointing myself*, but maybe I’ll shy away from disappointing other people. Possibly. If there are enough of them that I can’t dismiss it as a fluke.

2For less.

*And this is not the time to fix my self-esteem. That’s better done when I’m producing, anyhow.

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5 thoughts on “Shiny kitchen, growing plants, shameful honesty”

  1. *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap*

  2. There a bunch of icons that would be terrifically appropriate for this, but I’ve just clapped as much as my wrists (all achy from too much time off from biking) can handle.

    I do believe in stories, I do, I do!

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