Melani Blazer

Last night the daughter had a band concert. School is 20 minutes from our house. On the way back, I was thinking about where I was in my current editing of WIP and also another I’d semi-started on a panstering level–meaning I had a beginning, but only the shadow of a plot and no middle or end. The idea for that book is terribly cliche and way over done right now anyway, so I doubt I’ll do anything other than recycle personalities for something else.

Anyway, came up with a pretty cool idea that I felt was rather novel. Doesn’t mean it is, I’m certainly not the best read creature in town, but it was something different plot-wise and I spent the boring drive (Tues night at 9:30–No one is out!) thinking about it. Had so much figured out. I stopped at a stop light and grabbed a post it note from my purse and jotted down two sentences.

*cries* it wasn’t enough. It’s gone! The whole thing is….missing from my brain! The sentences covered the concept, but in the daylight it evokes a “so what?” reaction. Was I simply over-tired and in mental shut down from high school band songs, rather good chocolate chip cookies and sherbert punch? Or did I really lose a good thing? I doubt I’ll remember.

Eh, at least I am still getting ideas. When that well dries up, I’ll cry. Word to wise–be specific in your notes. If I’d have just taken 10 minutes before I went to bed and spelled things out, I’d be searching for another blog topic.
Or simply eating my lunch instead of crumbing up the keyboard.

Today Thunder, our little foster squirrel, will begin his big journey into the wild. We’re still figuring out how we’re taking him–the whole cage or just the house, but we’re ready. I hope he is.
Sure, it’ll be melancholy, but it’s also heartbreaking to see the little feller trapped in a tiny cage (as compared to an open forest) without room to run.

So Godspeed, little T. We love you and will miss you.

Evening edit: That was an adventure. We got his house up in the tree with him inside, and he didn’t want to come out. I can imagine him. Wow, big room! Lots of noises. We actually had to convince him to come out of his house. He did–and promptly jumped on me. This isn’t anything new, he liked to climb on us. It was almost as if he were afraid to touch the ground. Then he jumped. He explored around on the ground, then on some small branches, and finally into a tree. He climbed it ALL the way to the very tippey top and looked down at us.

I really thought I’d be all sad and cry, but I was actually so excited and thrilled and proud the way he seemed to take to the wild. I’ve got a pic, I’ll post… eventually.

They will come.

At least so says the inventor of the dildo.

(What’s the correct spelling of dildo… dildoe… anyway?)

Thanks, DH, for that cute little tidbit.