Sorry dear followers, today there will be no stories. There will be no witty repartee (well, almost witty). No opinions and no responses to world events. Today this is my life:
I am on a deadline that's approaching way too fast, coming at me like a freight train, and so I am hitting the keys as if my life depends upon it.
All Jim's wonderful lessons and arrow-sharp advice (which every writer should read - and Patty's too!) have been mercilessly cast aside as I race on towards Gatsby's green light, borne back into the past and wondering why I chose a specific period in history that even highly revered academic experts struggle with as a backdrop for a story. Tell me that, oh guiding light in the universe - where were you when I was thinking up this tale????
In addition to the above, my dog has a swollen eye and bump on her head. Yes, here we go again - off to the vet. No pics here - she doesn't like her bad side photographed. I said to my husband, "Let's not speculate," when it was first discovered, yesterday evening. "You're right," he said - and anyway, I don't think cancers grow like that bump." "I thought I said no speculating," I snapped. "Anyway," I added, "you do realize a foxtail can slither right up into the nose or through the ear and get in behind the eye." "You were the one who said ...." his voice wobbled. "We're not veterinarians," I astutely observed. "So, let's leave it to the experts ...."
So, now back to work.
Have a great weekend!!