Freida Schultz Has Returned
From Wikipedia:
Grisaille (grɪʼzaɪ, -ʼzeɪl; French: gris, grey, French pronunciation: /ɡʁi.zaj/)
is a term for painting executed entirely in monochrome, usually in shades of grey or brown, particularly used in decoration to represent objects in relief.
That's what I see outside my window this morning.
Gray. Dense overcast. Fog. Drizzle. Cold.
And it's Monday.
What more could I ask?
I really don't feel like about writing about writing today, although that's what Monday's posts are supposed to be about. But since I completed the first draft of my manuscript last week, I'm trying to take a little non-writing time for myself and my live-in handyman.
Last Thursday night when I typed 'The End,' I told myself I wasn't going to think about anything writing-related for a week.
Guess who showed up ready to work early Friday morning?
Freida Schultz.
For those of you who are newer readers or for those with shorter memories, Freida is my inner editor.
Already I have a stack of new notes to incorporate into the second draft. And I'm sure more are coming before I open the manuscript again.
Freida is such a taskmaster:
You must do this.
You will do that.
Whatever this was meant to be, it's now meant to go. Cut it now.
What were you thinking?
Sigh.
I love Freida. Really I do. But don't I deserve a teeny little break?
And next week, when I'm ready to begin on the second draft, and I need her?
Freida said she'll be skiing.
Grisaille (grɪʼzaɪ, -ʼzeɪl; French: gris, grey, French pronunciation: /ɡʁi.zaj/)
is a term for painting executed entirely in monochrome, usually in shades of grey or brown, particularly used in decoration to represent objects in relief.
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That's what I see outside my window this morning.
Gray. Dense overcast. Fog. Drizzle. Cold.
And it's Monday.
What more could I ask?
I really don't feel like about writing about writing today, although that's what Monday's posts are supposed to be about. But since I completed the first draft of my manuscript last week, I'm trying to take a little non-writing time for myself and my live-in handyman.
Last Thursday night when I typed 'The End,' I told myself I wasn't going to think about anything writing-related for a week.
Guess who showed up ready to work early Friday morning?
Freida Schultz.
For those of you who are newer readers or for those with shorter memories, Freida is my inner editor.
Already I have a stack of new notes to incorporate into the second draft. And I'm sure more are coming before I open the manuscript again.
Freida is such a taskmaster:
You must do this.
You will do that.
Whatever this was meant to be, it's now meant to go. Cut it now.
What were you thinking?
Sigh.
I love Freida. Really I do. But don't I deserve a teeny little break?
And next week, when I'm ready to begin on the second draft, and I need her?
Freida said she'll be skiing.
Comments
Elspeth - Freida said if I make her do laundry, she'll wash my white socks with my new red sweater. Maybe I'll see if she dusts.
Mason - Maybe I see about renting her out?
Karen - Congratulations! Isn't it a great feeling :)
By the way, congratulations on finishing the first draft.
Southpaw - There are days Freida makes me want to pull out my hair.
Jane - Thanks. If I ever learn Freida's secret, you'll be the first to know.
Helen
Straight From Hel
God bless you
Helen - I'm trying to take the week off. Really I am. "Shut up, Freida!"
The Old Geezer - Thank you, and backatcha. The Tiki Hut is always open.
Wishing you luck.
Laura - Perfect! I'm going to whip up a batch right now. Can't let her drink by herself.
I think you should crack the whip on her and tell her she can't go skiing since she is scheduled to be back at work. :)
Kimberly - Oh, how I wish! Freida doesn't listen worth a darn. I beg, plead--nothing works.
You can thank Elspeth for introducing me to your engaging blog.
Thanks for stopping by. I hope you'll come back often.
And I'll definitely thank Elspeth.