I haven’t a clue what I am doing. I see the big JPEG but can’t see the pixels. And certainly can’t see how to take all these pixels and make an image out of them.
I got all these parts to a novel. Some are rather good and others are not fit for human consumption.
I started putting Butch Girls back together today. Ugh. Me writer. Me write crap. There’s a brain inside my head somewhere but today I think it went into hiding.
It’s not been a good day at all. Woke up kinda punky from some bizarre dreams. Before I could sort myself out, Lorna reminds me of some errands we both have to do. She leaves for her appt. and I gather my wits and try to function. The dogs didn’t help one bit. Finally Jo and I get in the truck and head out to meet Lorna. Get behind a very slow car. It finally turns but, you guessed it, I get behind another. I get to the tire place, other stuff happens and we finally get the tires switched around. Lorna wants to drop her Blazer off at the post office because it hates to start up when it is so cold (it’s around 11 here now). Now, we are way away from her post office. But, off we go. On the way, the truck makes some noises and, after checking it out, we determine that the weights on one of the front tires came off. We drive on to the post office, figuring she’d drop me off afterwards and she’d go back. Nope. I have to drive her to the grocery store first, wait, then drive aaaaallll the way back across the county to the tire place. There they inform us the rim is bent but still quite usable. They put more weights on and rebalance the tire. We drive aaaaaalll the way back to the house (which is 5 miles from the post office).
It took over two hours, a quarter tank of gas, and goodness knows how many miles. I was not happy. I was not pleased. I wasn’t even amused. I’ve been a lump here on the couch ever since. I stirred some when Lorna put stew in front of me (damn she’s a good cook) but that’s been it.
Yet I expect my brain to be able to sort through the pieces and make a novel out of them.