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Working on my hydroponic lettuce project, I set up the grow lights on a counter in the kitchen today. It took about ten minutes before I wanted to vomit. It's unbelievable how quickly those lights made me nauseous! I'm never bothered by flickering lights, or refresh rates on monitors, so I was stunned to discover that I have no tolerance for these purple nightmare lights. Have you ever gotten sick from reading in the back seat of a moving car? It was like that. In fact, I don't even like looking at the photo of them.

I went online to see if I'm the only one with this problem. Apparently, I am. I'll have to set up this whole thing in the spare bathroom or somewhere I don't go. The basement is too cold. We get about fifteen minutes of sun this time of year, so I'll have to use the lights. Before I search for replacement lights, I'll see if these "grow" on me. Hilarious.

In other news, my trash pickup starts tomorrow morning. I've already packed my trashcans and lined them up in the driveway like kids waiting for the schoolbus. I've lived here for fourteen years and I've always hauled my trash to the dump myself. I didn't like the idea of collecting garbage in the garage for three months though. So I'm going to become one of those fancy people who pay someone to pick up their garbage. So fancy.

I'm almost done with my second draft of Madelyn's Nephew. I really like that book. I hope you'll like it too. It will be a part of a trilogy, I think. I'm also working on the first draft of the second book, which doesn't yet have a name. I will do whatever I can to finish the story in three books instead of four, because I hate all the names for a four-book series. Tetralogy, quadrilogy, and quartet are all equally bad.  

If you don't see another blog post in the coming weeks, it's because I've been hauled off by the police. I expect that all the hydroponic equipment that I've purchased has raised a flag somewhere. I expect my house to be raided at any moment.