Technically, I'm not here but I am. As in, it feels like I'm here to you because you're reading my words. But I'm not actually here. I'm somewhere else.
In my writing/editing cave to be exact. Well most of the day! Part of it I'm at work and...
Today is my anniversary! My husband has put up with my mess for 18 years! Talk about a hero!
|Thanks to my new Thirty One|
file box and wall hanger, my
writing space is better
organized! So here's where I really am!
But I am working on revisions. My goal is to get this joker sent out to critique partners in about three weeks.
My kids are out of school for summer, and I'm taking a couple days off to spend with them, i.e. force them by standing over them to clean their rooms correctly. Not like they clean. Like I clean.
Do your kids do that?
"Kids, clean your rooms!"
"Like your kind of clean?"
Is there any other way than mine? Uh...no. No there is not. We're seeing what fits, what doesn't and hauling anything that doesn't to GoodWill. Then I will know if my daughter really is telling the truth when she says, "I have nothing to wear."
|And hey, talk about dedication to branding!|
See how my new glasses match the circles on my banner?
Yeah, I'm that good. Truth is, it was an accident. But whatever.
Also, did I mention I'm trying to work on revisions in all this? Yeah. I thought I might have. In fact, I have a small circle of sunburn on ONE leg to prove I've been revising. How does this prove I've been revising?...well it doesn't to you. But I know how long I sat outside reading through my ms. It's not suspense either. It's contemporary romance bordering romantic comedy. I say bordering because I may be the only one that finds it funny.
So I'll be off the blogosphere until May 31st when I guest post about Mr. Wrong at Casey Herringshaw's place. We hear so much about Mr. Right, I thought it's high time we talk about the tool you never married or will never marry. And you'd be surprised what sprang to mind about this after watching an episode of Hannibal. Just sayin.
So find me on facebook or twitter if you can't live without me. And if you can, it'll hurt my feelings. At least for a minute.