So, we've hit Wednesday. Is anybody suffering from a mid-week crisis? Hope not. For those who work, this is also your Hump Day, though I suspect that for many of you the relevancy of that is slowly fading.
We had a bright red sky this morning. The day, itself, is supposed to be be nice: temps in the 40s (F) clouds scuttling across the sky; not overcast. I'd bet I'm not the only one who feels endless days of cloud cover are a great way to catch up on your sleep with lots, and lots of cat naps.
Usually, while I'm sitting here typing this out, I'm also making a list of things needing to be done, and, I might add, hoping to be accomplished during the day ahead. Yesterday, much was done. Out of a list of 7 items, only one wasn't finished. I blame that on my decision to get a haircut. That took up more time than I was expecting. Today's list, because I did so much yesterday, is smaller. Now, isn't that nice.
Since The Body in Motion has begun to work its way through my readers and editors, I'm prepping my first book, The Body on the Lawn, for my narrator. What's really happening is that it's getting another layer of polish. Nothing major, just clarifying who's saying what to whom. Also, any and all sets of lyrics are being removed. Unless you're super famous, most musicians don't mind the use of the occasional line or two, however, once a narrator speaks them out loud they become a performance, and that requires a royalty payment. Since that can be pricy, the lyrics are going away.
When I was younger, I used to play around with Tarot cards. I would have a friend shuffle the cards and then I'd lay out one of several patterns. It didn't take long for me to realize there was a lot of ambiguity in the futures the cards portend. That being said, there are good cards and bad cards. The Five of Cups is not one of the good cards.