The ultimate irony of “garden writing” is that it can completely consume your time that would normally have been spent, you know, gardening.  As a result, my yard is looking like it belongs to someone who doesn’t know a Joe Pye Weed from a Dan D. Lion Weed.

“I’M WRITING A BOOK!” I shout at the neighbors as they give me the stinkeye from the sidewalk.

“I’m an author… I’m writing… a book… you don’t know… none of you people know… I’m AN AUTHOR!!… you people don’t know me…” I mutter at them and take another swig of beer… sitting on the front steps.

That being the current state of my progress, I have decided to move to Plan [Next Letter in Series of Alphabetical Plan References].  I’m going to publish it online while I work on it.
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