Whew was it hot yesterday. Not the first hot day we've had, but the first I needed to spend in the garden whilst this warm.
I'd neglected the poor garden too much already; then came vacation. While we were away it rained, and somehow when it rains around here the weeds grow six inches overnight. Lots of weeding to be done.
I'm sure my neighbors all think I'm completely nuts. Not only do I recite lines from my WiP aloud (it's very helpful, especially if I'm stuck on a particular passage), but I talk to all the critters and the plants. I apologize if I accidentally pull up a tiny lettuce plant with a weed, I tell the spiders they are more than welcome to creep across my toes as long as they don't stop for a nibble and, I plead with the ladybugs to hang out and enjoy snacking on the aphids. I suppose it's a good thing the garden is set so far back in the yard!
Yesterday, I went a step further (and wondered for my own sanity). I connected my gardening to my writing.
First, I compared the slow growing plants to my editing process. Slow, maybe, but with the promise of a healthy bounty. Then, while yanking those pesky weeds from the midst of the lettuce, I started calling them adverbs.
Ha! You there, adverb (weed), tangling your roots with my verb (lettuce), you think I can't use my sharp fingernails to cut you down. I will. And then my letuce (verb) will grow stronger, healthier - take over the entire plot. Muwhahaha
I know. I warned you - I've lost it.
Am I the only crazy who can make a writing comparison with pretty much everything I do in my daily life?