I got radishes planted yesterday, which you wouldn't think would be so darn hard. My hands are one big blister! Okay, two big blisters, one per hand. Well, okay, three blisters and they're small, but, you know. Blisters! Ouch!
I actually got a little bit of writing done over the long weekend. I brought my laptop to work today so I could actually type over lunch instead of write longhand; typing is faster, and I've settled on a project. It's Adventures in Zoology, not much to my surprise. It's a romp, perfect for spring. I hope I'll be able to finish it by May or mid-June or thereabouts. It would be nice to finish something earlier than fall this year.
Oh, and the pepper project continues apace. I've scaled back on my enthusiasm just a bit, mostly because I need the booklet done and in hand (via Lulu) by the beginning of May. I'm almost done with it. The title is 25 Chile Peppers You Should Read About in This Book Before You Die. Catchy, huh?
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I say but in a centerfold of a guy with strategically placed peppers.
My lack of blisters indicates my slack in gardening so far. I must correct this!
Glad to hear that the blisters haven't stopped you from writing.
Best wishes,
J
Natalie--The strategically placed peppers had probably better not be habaneros, huh?
Aaron--Wear gloves! Take it from someone who's been there, man!
Jarmara--If only I was writing so much I had blisters on my fingertips. Um, from writing. Never mind.
Very catchy. I like it.
I think it has a certain something. :)
That's some title. :D
It's a bit long, but it says all it needs to say. :)
I have some pepper stories from a little barbecue place in Des Moines. Sadly, the owner died and his recipes went with him. :( One of his hot sauces was called Burn, Baby, Burn. Enough said.
I love that name! Hot sauce titles are usually awesome anyway.
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