It’s fake flower time again – this is a picture of another card I like that folds out to look 3D. My sister sent it to me. It has nothing really to do with anything else I’ve written here, except that now I can put this in the 365 project category and not feel guilty. Like that ever happens. Me feeling guilty about my categories. They’re way beyond random most days anyway.
Since our big schedule change at work that has me working both weekend days, having a Saturday and Sunday off was just one of those rare things that won’t be happening much anymore; so this past weekend was especially savored. My daughter went south for two days and I got to enjoy my 11 year old granddaughter and her crazy little dog livening up my empty house. We went camera shopping on Friday night (grandma, why does he keep showing me PINK ones?), everything else shopping on Saturday, including a couple of hours in Chapters, (did a lot of looking and picked up some great books) and then spent a lovely relaxing Sunday with me reading and Kenzie working on her novel. This has been in the works at her home in a notebook which she brought with her so she could type it up on my computer.
She has completed a cover page and four chapters. Printing and revising and reprinting has used up a lot of paper and a lot of ink and a LOT of brain power between her bursts of inspiration and my proof reading and spell checking. I think she will NEVER forget the difference between your and you’re after grandma having a total freak out about it. Grandmas should be good for something besides printer ink.
I really want to know how the story ends, but she’s the kind of writer who is keeping that a secret, so far even from herself, and just letting her characters live their lives in an old house where strange things happen. She is very excited to write up the back cover blurb, and already wondering who she should mention on the dedication page.
Four chapters is way too thick to staple, so the pages are hole punched and tied up with yellow ribbons. If it never gets beyond this stage, it doesn’t matter. It’s beautiful just the way it is. And she’s incredibly proud of it. And I’m incredibly proud of her.
The dog is another story. I put a blanket up on the back of the love seat because he CANNOT resist getting up there so that he can look out the window and bark hysterically at anything that moves. Then he runs down the hallway to the back bedroom if things are moving to the left, and is away to the back door if things are moving to the right. After that he must immediately come leaping back to the window having discovered for the gazillionth time that the back door is closed and the window in the bedroom is covered by a curtain and nothing that he saw outside actually ended up in either one of these two locations where he expected to find them. OMG, they must still be outside! Better jump back up on the love seat to see what’s going on out there! This continues until he drops from exhaustion. Which is never soon enough to suit me.
I think he would make an interesting addition to her story, even though what motivates him is difficult to pinpoint. Lack of exercise, maybe. We should have walked him more. Perhaps serious authors should not own crazy little dogs.
4 thoughts on “The Weekend”
How cool that she is writing a novel. I was doing that at her age, too, but mine were all in spiral bound notebooks and never made it to the typing stage. 🙂 How fun that she is letting you read it and proofread it and edit it and tell her about you’re and your. And finally, how much fun to go shopping with your granddaughter. What a great weekend.
Great to be writing at that age.
Jasmine has also been acting like a maniac…also lack of proper exercise!
I think dogs are always great in stories, they can certainly add a few funny chapters at times. 🙂
Oh and I love the card.
Thanks sillyliss, granny and mags! It was a great weekend, antsy dog and all. Happy there’s another person in this family who loves to write.