Writing (or non-writing)

Just so you know, I've been posting my serials starting from the beginning over at my shiny new website, designed by the lovely and talented joane.There are nine chapters up of each so far, and the tenth is going up this week.

Clicky! Midnight Crossroads.

:)

(Why no, I have nothing else to say today, why do you ask?)

Garden update, the tomato edition

I have oodles of tomatoes. Oodles. Unfortunately, 90% of them are green and refusing to ripen. I don't know if I like green tomato chutney, so I'm reluctant to committing so many tomatoes to that endeavour just yet.

With prompting from toughlovemuse I have rimmed a bunch of the leaves off the plants, in the hopes that that will encourage the fruit to ripen. I've left the Brandywines entirely alone this year, but next year I have nefarious plans to encourage them to grow into riotous bloom.

I have baby tomatoes forever. It's wonderful. Every day I go out and pick one to two cupfuls of them, and have yet to run out. I ought to be golden for at least another week, maybe ten days. Good times.

The peppers have grown an extra three inches in height (w00t!) and are producing itty-bitty fruit, which I am awaiting anxiously. The red peppers are still tiny and green, and it's taking all my self-control not to poke at them constantly.

The rose bushes have flowered again. I thought they would only flower once this summer, but lo and behold there are four or five new blooms and at least two or three buds still in the making. I am absurdly pleased. The roses have grown like mad this year. The bush we cut almost down to the ground is now taller than my head.

Speaking of riotous growth, the basil is up to my waist again. The plants have become like small trees. It's a bit disconcerting.

Oh, and the weeds are flourishing. Naturally.

In other news, I don't feel like going back to work today. Not at all. Bleh.

Guh. So jealous.

I just got pointed in the direction of Neil Gaiman's personal library.

*makes sad mewling sounds*

I think he might just have more books than my father. Maybe. It doesn't give a number. Certainly he must have more books that suit my taste than my father does, though.

*siiigh*

The main drawback to this job...

I'm working the weekend of September 26th, which means that once again I am going to miss out on what promises to be a wonderful gathering of friends.

With the new schedule change, I'm going to be working more weekends after this, too.

*sigh*

I love my job, but the hours suck.