Well, it's early Monday morning and I sit in a quiet house. Another weekend passed. I was away for a few and see everyone's been posting like mad. It's always cool to sit and chill out, reading the inner workings of strangers' minds. Sort of like group therapy.
As of Saturday evening, over a plate of Frito pie and fried potatoes, I officially became a moron by the way. I was mistaken about the visitors. They weren't coming this weekend but next. I cling to the edge of euphoria with breathy gasp and heaving girded busom...
Okay, not really.
Jason was here this weekend which is always good in this blog author's mind. It's nice to have him here. I'll get to go on a mini-vacation of sorts to the DFW area for three or four days (the first vacation I've had in four years) while the visitors are here, so that'll be cool. I hope I don't have too good a time, I might run away and not come back!
I'm making notes on my second novel while I fill in the blanks on the first, the one I've mentioned in recent posts. Some much-needed backstory is coming into view and I rather like where things are going.
My God, was that a glimmer of optimism shining faintly in the dark?...nah. :)
Closing Down.
11 years ago
