Today, my family and I are staying in most of the day. The temperature has dropped 20 degrees, thank goodness. It's a perfect day to write, cook, and clean, in that order.
Guess what we are having for breakfast? We got a flat or pallet of strawberries for a dollar at Stan's Fruit Market. Some shoppers were filling their carts with pallets. We froze some of the containers, and I plan on making strawberry ice cream with the kids. The thought of making jam appeals to me, but I have no idea how to do that. I don't have the jars anyway.
Anyway, back to this perfect day. This morning I managed to edit and write a few more pages of The Harvest: A Novel.
I am taking a stab at a subplot, a mystery, in the Ashley story line, and I want to add a twist, but not disrupt the main character's team. I thought about having one of the team members betray her and the whole system, but nothing in the characters' development has pointed to that. I will most likely make someone on Lister's team be the traitor. I am not sure.
Anyway, the kids are up and running around. I think they are having a spectacular pillow battle by the sound of all the crashing noises. I won't be able to write for much longer anyway. Plus, I mentioned pancakes, and they all got super excited. I didn't tell them that we ran out of bacon and will be frying hot dogs, or they'd be at my apron's hem ordering me to hurry up. Kids.
Here's to Strawberry Saturdays and twists and turns in your novels. #Resist.