This has been a very difficult week. I found Blue dead Monday morning. I miss him sooooooooo much. He was my constant companion. And Michael does not deal well with such things. He can't think of much else and hasn't been sleeping well. We buried him Monday night, and I haven't really felt like writing and I've been busy with Thanksgiving preparations when I wasn't dealing with that.
Today is Thanksgiving. I got up at 6:45 and started cooking. Dinner was delicious, if I do say so myself. I'm so glad I listened to Terry about cooking the turkey in a roasting bag -- we've never had a turkey turn out so well. It was so moist and tender it was just falling off the bones.
Anyway... Samantha's asleep on the floor in front of me. She bored herself watching a Packers/Lions game. I'm watching Medium on the DVR, Michael's in the bedroom playing with his guns (typical), and the other kids are upstairs in their rooms. I wrote myself out of the hole I was afraid I'd gotten myself into, set up Jeremy's follow-through. And now I'm ready for the accident to happen.
OH! And I found a bunch of websites for authors that I need to spend some time exploring. Research, research, research. I can't wait till I graduate so I'll have more TIME!! I mean, I'm not actually delusional enough to think that I'll ever amount to anything. I'm not going to be the next J.K. Rowling or Stephenie Meyer, but a girl can dream, can't she?
I just wonder who I can get to read it to tell me if it's too sappy or stupid or lame or whatever before I try sending it to any kind of "professional." Right now it's just my shiny, happy secret.
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