Miss C is Miss Ing …

… in action. Or soon will be.

Today she might be laid on her back, under a tree, looking at the cloudless sky. 

And wondering if, now that she has started writing, will she ever be able to stop.  And where did this superb, blissful weather come from?! And how long can she lie here before someone notices.  And if they don’t notice will they step on her by mistake. Or make their OWN DINNER!  

Or she will be locked in her study with the door shut and the window open, tap, tap, tapping on the keys with her stinging fingers. And not feeling a thing.

Good morning, Darlinks.  Tomorrow I am going to sleep in until the ridiculously late hour of 5.45.  So unless something incredibly exciting happens and who knows, this is the Kitchen’s Garden Farmy after all,  there will be no weblog page from me tomorrow.  I will be writing, writing, writing these next few days. Interspersed with farm work in the sunshine – my favourite kind.  It is all coming together.

Maybe soon you will get to read a small portion of The Writing. Once I have made that small portion perfect of course.

Have a lovely, lovely couple of days. Wish me luck. I am going in.

celi

 

40 responses to “Miss C is Miss Ing …”

  1. How lovely that you’ll get to ‘sleep in’ I do hope you enjoy it; even when such an extravagance presents itself, I wake at the same ungodly hour as usual!
    Glad the writing is going well. Can hardly wait to read some if it.

  2. I love your view of the sky. It was like that here yesterday, but it’s back to dreary drizzle today.

    Before you go to bed tonight, pin a notice to the bedspread, or somewhere handy “DO NOT WAKE ME ON PAIN OF DEATH” I remember the last time you promised yourself a lie-in…
    Enjoy your day, however you spend it.
    Vx

  3. isn’t the weather something? it is nice here also until right after Thanksgiving. Try to make sure to take a break from typing to enjoy a bit of fresh air before we have to close all the windows for good for the winter!!! Good luck with the novel!

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