Yeah, a cute puppy from me is weird, but look at him.
So, I didn’t hit that extra 2000 words last night. I ended up cooking dinner and afterward got on the phone with writer friends until later than I want to admit. A couple of us are night owls. Man, I had fun, though. The first one, Christy, had me giggling like a school girl. The second, Terri/Keira, was funny because damn, we can talk. And talk. And talk. I heard her chuckling when I finally admitted my brain had turned to mush and I was too loopy to make sense any longer.
After I got off the phone, I fell into bed and dropped into a doze. I think it’s because I realized I hadn’t remembered to put my daughter’s band outfit in the dryer. (If she hadn’t given it to me so late last night… )
So, I got up to blindly stumble through a pitch black house. For some reason, that little trek woke me up. I swear, I stared at the ceiling until after three.
Woke up with a monster headache today.
I still feel pretty good about the 2500 or so words I did yesterday. I was hoping to work tonight since today is busy, but tonight became busy, too.
My car is acting up, so I was going to skip a writer’s meeting tomorrow and work, but one of those phone calls was my good writer friend, Christy, who said “Nope, I’m coming to get you.” Of course, I didn’t argue because I love this group of ladies I meet with once a month.
Sunday, we have a standing football gathering with friends, so I won’t be able to work again until Monday and it’s driving me nuts! The story is right there.
My heroine is stomping around my head, kicking at my skull, cursing up a storm and just generally being bad tempered because I stopped at a good point.
Oh yeah, don’t forget… we all want to know who is in this van.
And I tried to upload these funny signs for your weekend pleasure, but I guess they were too risque… The only ones it’ll let me post are these.