I’ve been pondering what to post today for several hours as I listened to my husband spend 2 of those hours on the phone with Verizon about a supposed past-due balance that is inconsistent with the amounts of our payments for the last five months. They batted him back and forth like one of Forrest Gump’s ping-pong balls before finally disconnecting him about ten minutes ago. Perfect.
In short, I still don’t know what to write. I was sitting down to work on the novel when the whole phone drama began, but that trickled away a bit. It’s a dreary day, and it is the day before my birthday. I just wish I was feeling better. The snot that took up residence in my sinuses has only recently vacated, but now my eyeballs feel hot and my muscles achy…and we all know what that means. Suffice it to say that while I would love to be feeling like this:
I am in actuality feeling more like this:
Regardless, gentle viewers, I will do a bit of writing. It’s a scene I’ve been waiting years to weave into the story, so at least I already know what’s happening. Does that ever happen to you? I get snippets on occasion, snapshots, if you will. Sometimes they’re just that, but other times they turn into Scenes of Great Importance.
Happy writing to you all. 🙂