Also, for those of you who are keeping track, I’ve revised through 76% of the manuscript. You know, except for the bits I still have to write. There are some of those. But woohoo more than 3/4 of the way done! (Sorta.) Woohoo!

I was up early to take Matt to campus, so I swung by the local farmers market to see if our favorite orchard folks were there - they were, so I got some peaches and pears, a few tomatoes, and our first 20-pound box of apples of the season. We look forward to these apples all year. They’re a Jonathan cross (I never remember what other variety they’re crossed with), with the perfect balance of sweet and tart. They’re small - the big ones are rarely larger than a baseball, smaller ones look rather like squished golf balls, so they’re perfect for a little snack as we go for a walk. And they make fantastic apple chips. I expect we’ll be pulling down the food dryer from its usual place on top of the kitchen cupboards and running it more or less nonstop until we get through this box. Then we’ll get another box and do it again.

There are things I love about each season, and apples are definitely a big part of fall’s goodness.

Please double or triple check that you’ve entered your express bill payments online in the right rows. Otherwise, you may misplace four thousand dollars and trigger a money meltdown the next month.

Tell yourself all you like that it wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t tuition-paying season. You still have every right to feel sheepish.

And strangely triumphant.

Better luck for the future,
Betsy

Also, the jeans I was so happy about last week? They’re still fantastic, thanks.

Shiloh has turned into velcro-dog this week. She’s been extra-cuddley, extra interested in being nearby, to the point of settling down next to the Wii Balance Board for her morning chew while I exercised this morning. She’s currently leaning against my desk stool.

Mom and I were talking this morning, and realized that there might be a connection between my recent discipline in exercising every day (okay, 8 out of the last 9 days) and my positive outlook on the manuscript work. It certainly isn’t hurting, at any rate. And I’m still having a good time with it. I’m less of a push up weenie already.

Pretty much everything else proceeds as usual. I’ve got one scene that needs a bit more emotion, and then I’ll be reading the latest chunk of manuscript out loud before I send it along to critique partners and mentor. And then I’ll be jumping right in with revisions on the tail end of the book.

And since I haven’t posted an excerpt in a while, here’s a bit of Kerris’s-rusty-horsemanship-meets-headstrong-horse for you:

I lost my stirrups and hung on somewhere halfway down Zayiit’s shoulder. Beating hooves drilled out any thoughts except trying to haul myself back into the saddle with the untrustworthy fist full of mane I’d managed to hold onto.

Barak appeared on foot up ahead, though I had no idea how he got there. He shouted commands and set himself to block the horse’s path with his considerable bulk. For a moment I almost believed if he could get a hand on the reins Barak could haul the horse to a stop, but in the end it didn’t matter. The last tendrils of Zayiit’s sparse mane slipped through my fingers.

Good times, good times.

At the moment, I’m pretty sure my head won’t explode, after all. Don’t worry, by Tuesday there will be explosion warnings again. Just you wait.