Happy Friday everybody!
I'm at work, so not all that giddy about that... but as you can see I'm not exactly 100% at work. My brain is wanting to play.
And possibly because I know when I get OFF work, I'll be on a ladder sanding sheetrock seams. Why? you may ask, because shouldn't that be done by now? And the answer would be NO. It will never ever ever ever be done. I will be living in a chalky dusty ripped apart kitchen for the rest of my life. My kids will have to eat on a stool and a tv tray until they move out. My dog will perpetually be covered in white, which covers the dirt so she's probably thinking she's okay with that because maybe she'll escape a bath. I will forever be scooping dust off the toaster so I can make toast. I will forever be washing the same dishes and utensils over and over again because the hole in the countertop sucks in all the dust. I will forever be yelling at people to put shoes on to walk around the house, so they don't bring three inches of aforesaid chalky dust in the beds with them. This is my life now. And we chose it. What the hell were we thinking?
Okay....off the soapbox, girl. Get off now. Deep breath. Sorry. Kinda got on a kick there and had to make a break for it.
Got 600 words out last night...whoo hoo! And now I'm at a place of not-sure-what-the-next-step-is because this is the part of my outline that is vague and can go in a number of directions. Have to do some pondering...
Hooked up with Duotrope last night and I am doing some thinking about short stories. Maybe while I'm sanding, I can drum something up! :)