At left, a mule and miner from the California Historical Society. The copyright has expired.
I'm fairly sure the mule is rented.
I've worked like a rented mule today. In at the office, here at home. I even cleaned out the pantry which is a much needed annual duty.
Now that some things are caught up here and at work, it's time to turn back to the WIP. I made good progress yesterday. Time to make some tonight.
I'll make hot chocolate pudding as a treat should I get my scenes in this evening. It's cold here and that makes a pretty powerful motivation to me - now that I've located the stash of cook-and-server puddings in the pantry.
I didn't find any stray bodies in my cleaning effort.
I set mousetraps, anyway.
You can never be too careful.
Watch your toes if you're in the pantry barefoot. You've been warned.
Could be worse. Could be I didn't set the mousetraps and then how would that go should they be needed?
You pay for the mule. You work him 'till sundown.
2 comments:
I think I need to work like a rented mule myself today!
Glad you didn't find any bodies. :)
Love your writing voice.
Writers are just the pack mules of language. We haul the nouns and verbs and sometimes adverbs where they are needed: up treacherous slopes and down into the minds of readers.
It becomes a life in a Tom Waits song: effort and personal cost is always more than the payout but we turn up everyday for our load.
Everything has a season. This is ours.
Thanks!
Yah, mule!
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