One Of The Good Days
Writing is the funniest thing.
Most of my writing friends are just like me: Anything we can do to procrastinate--even if it means Swiffering the floors.
And then when we finally sit down to write and get lost in our stories, we wonder why all the fuss?
Today as I sat at my keyboard writing some fun banter between my heroine and her FaceTime challenged parents, I heard the waves breaking outside my window, felt the tickle of a breeze through the open window and thought, "I'm happy."
My daughter's doing better, and the medication for the stomach flu seems to be working. Yay! She's home from work watching some creepy Netflix show called You.
I may have to check that out because when I'm not writing sexy stories, I'm reveling in whodunits.
Most of my writing friends are just like me: Anything we can do to procrastinate--even if it means Swiffering the floors.
And then when we finally sit down to write and get lost in our stories, we wonder why all the fuss?
Today as I sat at my keyboard writing some fun banter between my heroine and her FaceTime challenged parents, I heard the waves breaking outside my window, felt the tickle of a breeze through the open window and thought, "I'm happy."
My daughter's doing better, and the medication for the stomach flu seems to be working. Yay! She's home from work watching some creepy Netflix show called You.
I may have to check that out because when I'm not writing sexy stories, I'm reveling in whodunits.
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| My view with the room. |
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