Or so it feels. I have numerous story ideas swirling around in my head in a foggy, fragmented sort of way. I’ve been writing them down here and there over the last few days in hopes that once the fog clears, I’ll discover they are good enough to use. I’ll just have to piece them together like a literary jigsaw puzzle, which is old hat for me since I tend to do that on a regular basis anyhow.
I’m excited. Why? Because reservations have been made for a late honeymoon/anniversary/birthday trip WITHOUT kids. It’s only one night, but it’s two full days and I couldn’t be happier. When my husband and I go married (nearly six years ago), we never got to do anything special to mark the occasion. Better late than never, right? We’re going shopping, sight seeing, and gambling and not necessarily in that order. I get a new slinky dress to wear out that night, and plans are in the making. When is this trip? Thanksgiving holiday because it was the only (and cheapest) dates available. We’re not quite where I wanted to be (it was booked solid for the month of November) but we are just across the street, which works. Where are we going? Gambling is legal. ‘Tis the only hint you’re getting from me. <big grin>
Suck Up hasn’t yet left the house, though his presence isn’t as strong today. I’ve pulled out all my notebooks, pens, and handwritten fragments in hopes of getting a little work done. I’m just not sure how well it’ll work. The good news is that the kiddo resumes his group sessions come Monday, so if I don’t get anything done this week, I should be able to get things tied up and put right next week. The end is in sight with the edits/rewrites. I have like a half chapter to go (the big grande finale of fight scenes) unless I decide to add another chapter in, and rewrite a few sex scenes, then I’m DONE. I cannot wait to be finished with this baby—that is until the next round comes in, which should be much, much easier to get through.
The new scifi is slow going because I’ve had so many set backs the last couple of weeks. With a little luck, I can get the rewrites done and then zip through the new one before the next round of edits comes in.
Other than that, what’s on my writing plate? A paranormal consisting of demons/angels/and humans and I have an idea brewing for something involving zombies. Hints. Teasers. I’m awful, I know, but until I have the ideas more solidly formed and at least partially written, I prefer to keep the details to myself. But anyone who knows me, knows that I will eventually spill all. I have a real problem keeping secrets.
And with that, I think I’d better wrap this up and try to get some work done while the kiddo is being good. Knock on wood that he stays that way for a while and leaves me alone to work.
Heather
