zing
Wish I had a little.
Only two weeks until I get to see my baby again. I can hardly wait, but the whole trip makes me nervous. It’s also been nearly a week since I’ve heard from her, so that doesn’t help.
Writing is only happening with pen and paper, and it’s slow going. I’ve been dabbling with scene ideas for other stories while I try to figure out what’s gonna happen next with current WIP. I’m at a fill in scene and it’s gotta point things in a certain direction, but I refuse to force it. Then it reads like it was force and who likes that?
Not much else to say. I’m lurking around between writing, working and the other life-things that demand some attention. Ciao!
If I had any zing I’d send some your way! Hugs, two weeks is nothing, right? Maybe you’ll be lucky and it will fly by!
August 12th, 2009 | #