And as always, at the last moment I realize I'm committed, and that I ought to be! Zero Hour is tonight at midnight and I have performance anxiety. My plot line is in place, I know what feel I want, and I'm getting panicky.
And why? This is not required work. This is for fun and mental exercise. Its not supposed to make me nuts.
Or is it? To me, this seems the first step toward finding out if I have what it takes. Can I be dedicated enough? Can I stay the course? Can I keep from pulling my hair out when I hear that "Mo-om! Can I (have, see, go, get, etc)?" in the middle of a sentence? Can I refrain from kicking Paul when he giggles and reads me a line from his work right in the middle of a crucial train of thought? (You know I love you Paul, but you do manage to break into my easily scattered thoughts pretty regularly).
Bring on the wine and chocolate. Its time to separate the doers from the dreamers.
"Drift" possible cover art
I took this, and it's unedited. See the man in the moon? =o)
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*L*O*L*!!!
My beloved has not yet mastered the finger in the air to say "just a minute, stupid, I'm concentrating...."
I will pleadge to keep my interruptions to a minimum.
I will pledge to explain to the 8 year old that she is old enough to handle matters which do not involve pants on fire. She is very fortunate to have her mother's attention available all day, but she's old enough now to entertain herself. She must respect a closed door. =o)
"My beloved has not yet mastered the finger in the air to say 'just a minute, stupid, I'm concentrating....'"
Which finger is that, my love?
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