My Sunday routine is to blog for the week. Yesterday however I had three problems that prevented me from writing the usual four or five weekly posts.
The first: I realized that a man with a mild hat obsession should not be without a place to hang his lids. Otherwise he will find them all over the house, piling up in drifts like autumn leaves. So I made a hat rack for my favorites and put the rest in the bedroom closet.
Problem two: We’ve been in this house for thirteen years and still have no proper curtains for the upstairs bathroom (I’ve been tied up, okay?). So I got out the sewing machine and remedied that problem.
Third and most ‘pressing’ problem: I had an idea for a short-story, a horror piece called Pressed Flowers. I had started it earlier in the week and it was begging to be finished. So I knocked out the second half and decided to post the entire tale on Wednesday.
Look for it — it’s a beauty.
Two posts is all you get this week. Stop your whining, will ya?