I'm obsessed with my book
project. I
wake up with sidebars in mind and try to go to sleep with editing
decisions still rolling around in my head.
The choice to put the
farm on hold and bulldoze my way through finishing the book has been a
good one for the manuscript, which is suddenly starting to look like
something I won't cringe to see in Tractor Supply. (I might even
go so far as to say I'm proud of it.) Unfortunately, just a few
weeks of sedentism is enough to remind me that my body craves motion.
So
I begged Mark to take me to Bays Mountain, where I could wear myself
out walking up to the fire tower. I had forgotten the tower was
so high (60 feet) and scarily open, and that the platform at the top
was so tiny. We didn't stay aloft long, but did try out the
homemade parachute some kid had left behind.
After an engrossing
planetarium presentation, I realized I hadn't thought about the book
all day. Success! If editing takes much longer, we'll have
to go back for another round of nature meditation.