Is it true? YAWT has made it's ending known?

Maybe, perhaps, probably so. Okay, yes, it's true! And it only took reading it (with LOTS of voice inflection) in front of friends and people I don't know to have them all point out the ending of the story to me.

Reason number 46 why I love writing groups.

A relatively simple rewrite will happen later this weekend and then, the mad hunt for a market will begin. This one, my first with intentional humor added (influenced by reading Ken Scholes), will be story number seven looking for a home.

YAWT is up to 1300 words. I gots me some heavy thinking to do in order to tie up the loose ends. In a perfect world an ending will find it's way in there somewhere too. I really like the story so far. It's fun.

Saturday looks to be a perfect world here in my smidgen of the Pacific Northwest. In preparation for such, tomorrow will be all about heavy manual labor. Because I missed the boat on ordering bark mulch for this warm, dry weekend thanks to everyone and their mother doing just that thus allowing the only time left for delivery around 10 P.M Sunday evening (I kid, but just barely), I'll be using Friday to finish laying retaining wall block along the east and west side of our back yard. That will completely finish the project I started two years ago.

I've got a pallet of gray block coming, 126 blocks to be exact at 41 pounds each, plus half a pallet of cobblestone block, 113 blocks at 25 pounds each. You math-heads can work it out on how much I'll be lifting out of the front driveway, carrying down cement steps, and lugging between fifty and eighty feet into pre-position spots.

It'll be just like back when I used to lift weight for fun. Miss those arm muscles.

If the block gets here in early enough like they assured me would happen but frankly, I know better, and I get all the block moved out of the driveway and into the back yard quickly enough (so neighbor kids don't steal them), I then get to dig out the spots each block will rest in. That part is relatively easy and I don't mind doing it. But then there's the mini patio I'll be digging out and laying the cobblestone for so the trashcans and yard debris bin will stop sinking and we can finally keep our feet out of the mud. I'm really looking forward to that part...when it's finished. Ugh. Who likes to dig out wet clay-ish mud? At least I've got a place to dump the muck.

Finally, after I die or at the very least, shower and lie in bed wondering if Cirque du Soliel will hire me now that my arms will have stretched a few extra inches in length (that's got to be good for something, right?), Saturday when it's supposed to be 76 degrees F. and dry, I'll plant those red geraniums I finally got. And the Basket of Gold and a couple dwarf Pteris and another Rock Cress. I've got three landscape roses and a white flowering shrub I love but don't know the name of to move too, a three-foot potted lilac, a tall, orange-colored grass, and two nine-year old pots of tiger lilies to plant as well as a hanging basket to create.

Only then will I truly be ready to bark mulch the entire place.

But that will have to wait until the next dry weekend because not only will my arms and back need a break, I have YAWT and Working Title to finish. In the meantime, c'mon subconscious. I'll keep a pen and note pad handy. Get cracking on those story endings, 'k?