On Saturday night I got to type THE END under Ghosts, the next Jack and Gareth story. And yes, it feels good. Especially when the Muse shuts up when I close the document down and lets me sleep without suggesting changes or pointing out bits that I really should include. A mute Muse means a story that hangs together and that covers everything I wanted to say.
Jack stepped up, suprised the hell out of a few people and will hopefully be more settled as a result. And Gareth was his usual adorable self – sorry, but I have a thing for that man! – and managed to point Jack in the right direction without telling him what to do. (I can so see the resemblance to one of the most inspirational people I’ve ever worked for right there!)
Now, before I can go and add the last 5k or so to House Hunt, there are some chores that need doing. Editing, turning the whole story in American English spelling, proof reading, creating my submission pack and writing the synopsis.
This last one really is a chore, but I’m determined not to procrastinate too much over it. So while the Muse is busy brewing the synopsis, the rest of me is on a quest… for fluffy towels!
I’m not ashamed to admit that I rather dry myself with something soft, fluffy and absorbent than something resembling sandpaper when I step out of the shower. It’s a fact of life, though, that towels turn rough as time goes by.
Or is it?
Apparently – and yes, I did research that! – towels turn rough due to a buildup of detergent residue, which envelops the fibres, stopping them from absorbing moisture and turning them scratchy. And no, that doesn’t have to mean going out and buying new towels. Its seems they can be rescued. And since it’s evil-in-the-shade right now, that’s what I’m doing today. At least I can hang the towels out and they’ll be dry ten minutes later.
Wanna know how it’s supposed to work?
Towels like sandpaper are the result of low-temperature washing and too much detergent. Plus using fabric softener, but I’m absolved from that faux pas, since I don’t bother with that.
The rescue involves washing the towels at 90°C in two cups of distilled vinegar. Then washing them again, and again at 90°C, in a cup of bicarbonate of soda before drying them on the line. The mix of vinegar and bicarb is supposed to strip the residue from the fibres, allowing them to fluff up and absorb water once more.
The article I was reading suggested that, if the towels are only slightly scratchy, they should come out perfect. If they’re close to ruined, the procedure may have to be repeated. But with just vinegar and bicarbonate of soda needed, that’s hardly an expensive job.
So I for one am looking forward to freshly restored fluffy towels. Then all I need to do is keep them that way by washing at 60°C with half the amount of recommended detergent and a dash of vinegar.
I will let you know how this all turns out. And how long the Muse leaves me hanging until she presents me with a Dreamspinner Press-worthy synopsis for Ghosts. I’d really love to get this story out of the house…