I have a confession to make. I never really liked the book, A Wrinkle In Time.
I always said I did, because it seemed like I was supposed to, but I have no memory of connecting with it or re-reading it. There’s a movie being made and every time there is a breathless casting announcement, I can’t even remember the characters.
I re-read The Wind in the Door a few years ago and hated it. I’m sorry. I wish I felt differently.
In other news, it seems like any writing step that I am waiting on always resolves itself on Monday. That means I won’t have time to deal with it again until Friday. Actually, it seems like any step in life that I’m waiting on seems to resolve itself on Monday.
I have completed the files for the paperback of the story collection. Now I need to wait for the printer to review and then I can order a proof to see how it looks and if it’s fine, we’re ready to go.
Finally, I had a giant bowl of apples from the tree set aside. I was going to can some applesauce but I didn’t manage to get to it last weekend. I finally went out there this morning and they’ve been sitting there too long and were only good for compost.
