Plodding Forward

Last week brought you tales of joy and birthday celebrations. I rode that high for a week before it ultimately had to come to an end. And like most highs (and I’m talking about my experiences with sugar and caffeine highs here, peeps), that end met with a definite crash.

Last week it was good to be me. This week, I’m willing to offer up a trade. Any takers? No? Fine… I guess I’ll turn all my bitter disappointment into fuel for my writing. And two thirds of the way through NaNo, I finally feel like I’m ready to write again. If I can hold onto that feeling (and all the feelings roiling inside of me) until after Thanksgiving, I might be able to get a start on a new novel. Because I need to get these words out before I burst. Or say something really stupid to the wrong person.

Last week wasn’t all bad, though. Friday night was the Halfway Party. I felt a bit guilty for showing up, since I’m sitting this year’s NaNo out, but the best thing about my writer’s group is how welcoming and supportive they are. Well, maybe Sarah minded… but that’s only because we talked her into a tequila shot that I think she regretted. The face she made after taking it sure made it look like she regretted it.

At the age of six, Eliza was certain of two things. The first was that she had stories to tell. The second was that she had no talent for illustrating them herself. Talent or no, she still wrote and illustrated her first book, one that should be located and locked away if only to prevent her parents from embarrassing her terribly by showing it off alongside baby pictures. Now she spends her days writing stories that she isn't embarrassed to show off after a little bit of polishing.



  • Ted Boone says:

    Pics of shot-drinking, or it didn’t happen.

  • There were no regrets, honestly. A lot of alcohol choices I’ve regretted before, but never tequila. And never at a WNO. Ted, I tagged the shot pictures on FB, so you should be able to see them. There doesn’t appear to be an “after” shot shot, though. Maybe for the better, hehe.

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