Where'd My Muse Go?

I woke up about 5 o'clock this morning to an unfamiliar roar. Finally managed to rouse myself out of a sound sleep and realized it was pouring rain. It sounds extremely loud on the tin roof of my mobile home.

It was cold enough that I decided to turn on the furnace. Thinking I'd turned the pilot light out, I opened the front of the furnace to relight it. Huh! I didn't turn it off after all. I started to replace the front of the furnace and managed to drive a splinter of very old paneling into the back of the middle finger of my right hand. Of course it just crumbled when I tried to pull it out. Of all the "modern" remedies and treatments I have on hand, my first and final decision was to go with a method that probably hasn't been used widely since the early 20th century-salted bacon fat. I just cut off a piece of bacon fat and saturated it with salt and attached it to my finger with a bandaid. I'll see in about eight hours if it works like I remember it working for my parents.

I think my writer's muse has been overcome by the beader bug. I've managed to finish four bead patterns this past week including working up three of them. I've put three Christmas ornaments up on The BeadCoop and am preparing to take pictures of the fourth pattern, a brick stitch bracelet. Hopefully I will have that pattern up by days end.

I received an invitation to join Artbead.com blogging for beads program. I've submitted my bead order and hopefully will have some pretties to show on my Beaddoodler blog soon.

I'll be back to writing soon I hope, but my writing is probably going to consist of blogging and making bead patterns for now. Gotta take advantage of the holiday market.