Sort of Funky

I'm listening to a lot of Cake--and writing. I finished 8K only to realize I was in the wrong POV. D'oh. Today is the day I change all that, so I'm writing--and repairing--and listening to Cake (who will be here Thursday and I want so badly to go see them).

I sent littlegirl to camp for two weeks. I cried on the way home. I felt bad--like I'd sent her away just so I could write these two short stories, when in truth, I sent her away so that she had something to do for two weeks and wasn't alone with Mrs. Crabby-Pants. The Boy is working full time, and BigGirl doesn't return until the 26th. So littlegirl is living la vida loca at a local all girls camp.

I miss her. Day one and I'm maudlin. What a loser.

G is travelling this week as well--so it's time for LB Gregg to sink like a stone into these new stories and get 'er done. Up first is a tiny novella for Christmas, we'll see if that one finds a home **crosses fingers**, but it's the story I need to tell today. And then I'm on to Dudleytown (tentative title) and that's obviously the Halloween story (all you folks who love best-friends-to-lovers stories take note** ).

That's the word on Lisabea Street. I'm writing straight through 'til RWA.

LB