The last days of my garden

Just thought I’d share these final photos of my garden.  I didn’t spend a lot of time in my garden this year — too much rain, not enough time, away for a good portion of the summer, many excuses, none of them particularly good, but she still rewarded me with some beautiful blooms and scenery.

These pictures were taken last week — before the really heavy frosts started hitting us.

The final bloom on my hardy shrub rose.

 

late-blooming monkshood

 

tenacious little johnny jump-ups

 

bergenia

It’s Tuesday and I’m at 14,042 words

I’m kind of surprising and scaring myself here a little.  I’m a bit ahead of myself on the word count, which is great, but I’m beginning to wonder if my story will hold together for 50, 000 words.

Time will tell.

Right now I think the thing is getting kind of boring — I’m going to have to start jazzing things up a bit.  This is a rough draft after all.  Later on, I’ll need to sit down and really go over it with a critical eye .

But, you know what?  Mainly, I’m having fun.

This has got me thinking about all the other stuff I’ve written and that if I can sit down each night/day and pound out close to 2000 words then I can revise and resubmit some of what I’ve written and let collect dust for all these years.

I love writing.  I don’t know why I never pursued it as a way to make a living.  Well, I did once, for a short time.  And I was doing okay, until I hit a bump, lost my confidence and decided to do something safe.  Ah well, lessons in life.

So, here I am, half my life over, thinking that maybe it’s not too late.

Never give up on your dreams.  How often do we hear those words?  How many of us actually listen to them?

Thank you NaNoWriMo for the opportunity to try.