I'm not really sure why I like Fridays, but I always have. It isn't like anything really special happens on the last day of the work week, but I guess it stems from my school days. I always got excited as a little girl when Friday would come, because I knew it was the last day of school until Monday. And, when you're a kid, the weekends seemed longer than ever on a Friday after noon. Now, it seems those 2 short days just fly by and before you know it, Monday is here again.
Now, I hate to always be talking about food, but do y'all remember me talking about that peanut butter egg? Well, the other night, I went and got out the second egg, hoping it too would have peanut butter inside. However, at the first bite I realized it was coconut. Now, coconut isn't bad. In fact, it tasted a bit like an Almond Joy candy bar without the almond, but when peanut butter is your favorite and you are looking forward to peanut butter, well, coconut is a bit of a let down. Now, that's not to say I didn't like it or that I'm not thankful for it, I am. I'll just have to work harder next year to insure I get more peanut butter eggs. That's awful of me! And, here I was planning on going on a diet today. :)
To those who are interested to know, I've been writing on the sequel, more here lately. I think I'm up to 43 pages. Now, that's not 43 consecutive pages. I mean, it starts at the beginning, but a lot of the middle isn't there. I write in bits and pieces, not from beginning to end. I just get an idea, and sometimes that idea isn't what happens next. Sometimes, it's what happened before. So anyway, what I have so far is bits and pieces of scenes. It gets a little confusing when i read it, but I know what I mean. Maybe when I'm further along, I'll post a small teaser here for y'all to read.
I tell you, it's really nice having a room on the back of my house to put all this computer stuff in. I'm sitting at my own desk, the one I've had since I was a little girl, and writing on my laptop. The window is up and a nice breeze, as well as the sounds of singing birds are coming through. Almost as good as being outside. The desk, I'm using, was the one I use to sit at when I lived at home. We lived in Shrewsbury, WV in a traler. By the time 1994 rolled around, there was me, Mom, Dad, a 12-year-old sister, a 5-year-old sister and the baby sister born in June of that year. I was 15, and all I wanted was to be left alone. Hard to do when you lived in a space no bigger than 14 feet by 70. But, I'd go in my room, shut the door, and bang away on my braille writer. One Sunday evening, instead of doing home work, I began writing a story that now is a published work You can read it if you haven't already. It's called "Wild Heart" and it was published by Publish America.
Got a baby trying to climb up behind me. She' brought her stool in here and she's grabbing on to my shirt, trying to get up behind me in this computer chair of Terry's. She and Faith, the 3-year-old like to climb up behind me and play with my hair or play peek-a-boo over my shoulders. It's the sweetest thing!
Well, she's given up, but I want to see if I can get some more written on the story before they need me again. It's such a nice day out there that I'd like to take them outside to play. So, reck'n I'd better "Git on the ball!" like my mom always said. She'd catch me not doing my home work or she'd see my grades that should have been better and she'd say, "You'd better git on the ball and buckle down, Ole Girl!" :)