Didn't September just begin. Now it's just about toast. This week went by in a blur. Monday a family trip to Disneyland. I mused remembering being there a few weeks before my son was born and now we were with his son.
Tuesday was the release day for KILLER HOOKS, so it is out in the universe now. No longer mine to tamper with. It has it's own life now, out of my control.
Wednesday it was back to working on KNOT DEAD, AGAIN. I wish I could say that I was sailing along on it, but it's more like a spurt of a few words. I just need some time and I will get back in the groove.
Thursday was dominated by dealing with trying to pay a bill online with a very uncooperative company. Have you noticed that customer service has gone out the window. I always love how some bill will say save time and pay online and then it takes forever ti figure out how to do it.
It isn't Friday yet, but my thoughts are focused on the dental appointment I have in the morning. Not my favorite place to go.
And just like that it will be the weekend again. I need to finish the crossword puzzle in my People magazine before the new issue comes out. It might rain on Saturday. How strange the weather has been. No hot windy days like a usual September.
All this cooler weather has made me think more about cooking. It helps that I keep seeing recipes online. Today I saw one for a baked pancake with cooked apple slices. I used to make a baked pancake often. It's kind of like a giant popover. I had a pan I used to use which I have no idea where is. I was thinking about doing a search for it when I realized there was something right in front of me that would work. I have a Le Creuset braiser that I use on top of the stove all the time. I never thought about it being cast iron and fine to put in the oven. Every time I'd see a recipe that started in a frying pan and went into the oven, I 'd think I couldn't make it. I can't believe that I never even considered that pan. It's all about to change. I can't wait to make a baked pancake for my grandson.
It's funny about missing things that are right in front of you. It happens in writing a lot. I will suddenly see a plot line I missed before. I guess that's what rewriting is for.