Pull the plug, I’m brain-dead No, seriously. I’ve been working all day on a conversation between Eve and Ben, the two of my characters I know best, and it’s screwed. It sucks. Big time. I’m sick. That’s my excuse. I have a cold, and my concentration is just plain gone. But I did accomplish laundry […]
had to pick up Hope, got nothing done, blah, blah… Try as I might, I can’t think of much else to say. I’m tired, but I said that yesterday. (I think. Can’t remember…) Blaaahhhhh…
It’s not life I hate, it’s reality. Can’t it all just go away? Work sucks. Bigtime. And it just gets worse. Coming home is getting worse. Today it’s a notice in my mailbox about animal waste on the property. Considering I have one small dog who goes outside, and neighbor in the trailer has–last time
Amazing how much better my return-to-work goes when I accomplished something over the vacation. I’m actually ready for this. Sort of. Rather be home, of course. But I’m not feeling homicidal, and that’s a good thing. My brain must be on overtime, I got another brilliant understanding this morning–instead of sitting huddled at my desk,
Say nice things, say nice things–umm…got the best of both worlds this year. Cash that was sorely needed, and some really cool presents. Hope got a ton of stuff and had a blast, but we also had an important discussion regarding Santa, and she agreed that it was okay if he didn’t leave her anything,
Getting in the spirit early, here or late, according to the store displays. I saw my first simulated-snow globe before Halloween. Last time we were at the grocery store, Hope was fascinated by a singing Santa who shook his booty. Early or late, it’s something I do have to think about in advance. Can’t let the munchkin