I finished a graphic novella script on Thursday, so I took a long weekend to break down and box up the old garden shredder, assemble and install the new one, and then spend several hours stuffing (some of) the giant pile of cuttings at the back of the garden into said shredder. Chunky mulch for what is planned to be a fruit bed.
This week, I want to finish a long-gestating graphic novella (the contract was signed back in May, at roughly the same time everything went to hell here with sickness and operations and deaths). December 1, I commence rewrites on another thing, and then a brief consultancy on someone else’s project, and then I think I’m wrapped for the year. By which time a lot of stuff in the garden should be dormant, and I can start cutting stuff back, preparing soil, transplant a climbing rose that’s gone insane, recover and clean the mini-greenhouses (one got invaded by wisteria) and otherwise prep for spring.
I’m roasting and grinding coffee and juicing carrots and apples. Winter protocols. Lovely.
It’s Thanksgiving week in the US, so nothing will happen again until the middle of next week.
INBOX: 113! First job today is actually to process a lot of that before I lose control of it.
LISTENING: Pulling stuff up from the collection today: LIVING TORCH, Kali Malone
READING: THE VARIATIONS, Patrick Langley
LAST WATCHED: rewatched F FOR FAKE for the newsletter, also Patrick Stewart’s MACBETH
CONDITION: I know it’s winter, and that I’m doing a lot of physical work, because I’m oversleeping. 8 hrs 42 mins, with a lot of wakefulness scattered through it. I have a readiness score of….1.