Yesterday I took a bloggers’ sick day. It is now 4:27 in the morning and I am going to publish something, as has been my habit at these times. As I lay in bed earlier this morning, I composed in my head a much better post than what I am now typing. I can see some of you shaking your fingers or your heads at me, saying, “THAT is why you must always keep a notebook and pen by your bed!”
Frankly, I am not too regretful about it. For one reason, waking up sufficiently to write something down would have woken me up for the day, and I certainly need my beauty sleep. For another reason, it was probably only better in my head. Any time I dream a “perfect” idea for a novel, I find on waking that it made much more sense in the dream. Anything I thought of in the night, rolled over and wrote down, I later thought, “Why did I bother?”
Be all that as it may, here is what I typed in last night (as Truman Capote once said, “That’s not writing, that’s typing), before I found myself quite incapable of typing another word:
I think this post is going to be time-stamped Valentine’s Day, but as I type this, it is Feb. 13. I just returned from Little Falls, NY. I went to Huckleberry Letterpress Co. to purchase a Valentine for Steven. I felt very fortunate when I saw on their Facebook page that they were open at the beginning of the week for Valentine’s shopping. Now I feel bad that I did not plug them yesterday, so local readers may have had a chance to go there today. No matter. You can go there another day to get a different kind of card. They have an excellent selection.
I wrote about Huckleberry Letterpress for the February issue of Mohawk Valley Living magazine. They were also featured on the Sunday Mohawk Valley Living TV show.
(Back to present time): I decided to share those paragraphs, because, you know, waste not, want not (ooh, I do remember thinking, “waste not, want not” earlier, that was worth remembering). Also, I had linked to the shop and the magazine.
After I typed in what I could, I felt really bad for not doing more for Valentine’s Day for my husband (I had declared we would celebrate it on Fat Tuesday, because Steven works later today), so I bestirred myself to go out to the kitchen and bake brownies. I used a mix and added chocolate chips. Steven liked them, and he liked the card.
So I guess this is yesterday’s post. I see it is clocking in over 450 words. Yay me. Kind of. Happy Valentine’s Day.
Mohawk Valley Girl 