I hope you all had a lovely 4th of July on Wednesday! I had a great time lighting up fireworks with McBeast. We had a sparkler chase in the front yard, which was a lot of fun, but our favorite firework of the night was called The Crackling Crawfish. It spit out a loud fountain of green sparks for over a minute. Impressive! Especially given those little crawfish were only 50 cents a piece.
Yesterday was post-4th yard cleanup day, and harvest #2 of the fig tree. I have roughly fifteen pounds of figs to take to my mother for canning. And that's just her share. It's been a good crop this year. This next harvest round I promised to take a bag to Ms. Judy. It should be popping out on the tree in a couple of days. That's about how long it takes the next generation of buds to ripen.
Today, I'm working on the book of broken dreams again. Am I the only writer that has one of these? I've attempted writing this book at least six times and it always falls apart, but I can't let it go. I love the characters too much. In this attempt, I've moved the setting a little closer to home...which makes me want to go on a road trip to surrounding towns for photos and exploring.
That said, this is the closest I've come to a working structure with this book. I created a detailed outline, found the primary story problem that "broke" the structure early on. I've been looking at creative ways to fix the problem, and now I'm caught between two options. Once I make the decision, I'll be ready to dig my heels in with Act One. This time I'm going the distance. Pinkie swear. It's time to write this book and let it be what it is.