Wearing a Scribbling Suit

  

  “Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room, put on her scribbling suit, and “fall into a vortex, …writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul, for till that was finished she could find no peace…”  Jo of Little Women describing the writing life.

I know all about that “scribbling suit” and the distress caused by not getting to put it on. Life itself is an interruption sometimes. Today the skies started out the day being the light gray of soft wool and have stayed that way. Without the sun, the air has been some cooler and rain is possible now.

I had hurried out to Lowe’s flower clearance yesterday where things were a nickel and 10 cents a pot. Hardly worth the financial transaction. But I did get some lovely crotons for $1.15 each! These are hardy and if I can keep watered a couple of weeks, they will make lovely autumn colors with some pumpkins. Right now, the existing flowers are quite washed out or dying. The crotons are a fresh spot today.

I actually did get to put on that scribbling suit today for a while. In fact, I put down 1200 words on a rough draft! It felt mighty darn good. Lunch was an hour late, and it was a mere sandwich with some fresh cantaloupe when it finally appeared. DH had mowed and was cooling off when I stepped outside and saw his hungry face.

I said, “Sorry, but the town sheriff is just considering letting a soiled dove buy him a drink! Who knows where that might lead! I need a rest before going on.” I am sure DH was relieved that the story had heated up to the point he could get some lunch himself!