Go me!

No one can really describe the feeling that goes through a writers mind and spirit when you finish a manuscript. There is a heady mix of joy, elation but also fear and butterflies. It was long over due. I finally finished my work in progress, Lost in the Dark, book three of my St. Agnes Series. I've been working on this one for over two years. I had to stop in mid keystroke in 2009 for a neck injury with pain and muscle spasms so bad I couldn't think, sleep or sit for longer than a few minutes at a time. So forget about writing. Neck injury in stasis and I got back to the book in June of this year with a lot to do. I've been a writing fool. Got a great jump start at the Chesapeake Romance Writers Annual Writer's Retreat. I finally finished it tonight. Now to let it simmer for a couple of weeks and then on to the first draft edits. Yeah for me!!! Now we will just pray that the thousands of words written are action packed, exciting, passionate and not gobblygoop. Now that would be a kicker.

It's a bugs life... or death?

Okay, this may be because I'm tired or not. I'm just not sure any more. My question today and I'm dying to know the answer. When a bug hits the windshield of a moving car, does that bug say 'oh crap' right before the collision? Is there pain with the impact or is it sudden death and too quick to know what happened? While I was driving home today a big beattle bug (I think it was a beattle) hit the windshield. It didn't splat all of its guts on the window like so many do but he rolled up and over. How do I know it was a guy bug. Only a guy would smash his face into a moving glass. Woman are too vain to mess up our pretty face. I wondered what did it see right before the big hit and did he say 'what the hell', or was it not paying attention and didn't see it coming? How much pain was involved? Do bugs have pain receptors and if they do, what do they do for pain relief? Oh, I know, fly head on into a car.

It's a family affair

People everywhere. Food! Food! Food! Great weather too. What a fantastic weekend. Cousin Sean even did a fire work display Saturday night. Too bad I'll have to get back in my car and drive the 13 hour road trip back to Virginia today. Oh well, gotta do it. The one thing missing, thoug, I've only written one sentence since Thursday. I will have to do double time next week. And check out the cake Samm and Sarah made for the occasion. Way cool!

Road Trip

Heading to Michigan for family reunion. Yeah! Family! Gotta love them, right. Cousin Sean and wife Samm are hosting this year. Should be great because this is their first reunion as host and most of the clan haven't had a chance to get to their home in Michigan. Hopefully the 13 hour car drive won't kill me. Who knows, I might get a story out of it.

It's my birthday

It's my birthday, it's my birthday. I'm sitting here at the dining room table, just finished eating a little someum, someum and cleaning the kitchen. Then I checked out the photos I took last night at my 49+1 birthday celebration. I called my own impromptu birthday celebration the night before the actual big day. Friends and family are great. I called and they came. Tweny five wonderful peps cramed into our little home. We stood, we sat on the floor, we mingled. There were people in the living room, the dining room and of course the kitchen. Food was eaten, wine was consumed and laughter rang out throughout the rooms. What a great way to bring in the new year. 49+1 is looking grand! I might even do some writing today and then again, I might not. It's my day to do as I please, right. Haven't decided yet.

Happy Birthday

Just wanted to chime in and wish the US of A a belated birthday. I hope everyone had a wonderfully safe one. I spent my forth at home chilling. My sister said I didn't do anything all day. I beg to differ. I did a lot. I went from the bed to the recliner in the living room. It takes a lot of energy and muscle to pull that little lever on the side of the chair to life my feet up. And, what if I needed something to eat, drink or had to go to the loo. Up and down the lever must go. I could have pulled a muscle. Geez. All jokes aside, I got a lot of writing done. My third instillation to my St. Agnes series, Lost in the Dark, is moving right along. Hopefully I will be finished with first draft soon and then on to the next project. What ever that is.

What's in a number????

Okay, so I'm sitting at a friend's house last Saturday talking to a mutual friend. I'll call her Cheryl. Well, this is after I'd done one of my training walks of 17 miles, but I thought I'd recovered quite nicely. I'd bathed, napped, dressed and even combed my hair and put on make up before leaving the home. And I had on a brand spanking new dress. I'm feeling pretty good. Especially since in two weeks I'll be turning 49+1 (and if you say it we will no longer be friends). So why does a man who's sitting across the room from us ask me if I my friend Cheryl is my daughter. She's 49 +oh never mind.

Now don't get me wrong. Cheryl looks no where her age. Talk about good genes and she holds the wild card. She could pass for her daughter's sister, but hey. . . me... her mother. Even if she was 40 what does that make me, 49 +20.

The wonderful complimentary man couldn't see the err of his ways even after all of the other men in the room told him he should know what to say and what not. He told me I looked good. Well sure, I guess so for a 70 year old.

And just when I thought I was looking good. Dang, Maybe I shouldn't have done the training walk.