No sitting beneath the sunshine ruminating over character development,
plot twists and the proper use of ellipses (yeah, right *lol*).
No standing proudly over my tomatillos I have raised from seed. (I did
get to peek out there this morning, however, and I spotted the very first
beautiful, tiny, yellow blossom to crown a Chloe-tomatillo! Chest barreled up
in pride here, folks. I look foolish, but, man, I look happy!)
No weeding… the fact that this is a negative exemplifies the rather
pitiful state of my life (if the above proud Mama Tomatillo thing hadn’t gotten
you there, that is).
Unfortunately, none of this “No”-ness has translated into writing.
*the crowd boos*
But I did cook.
In fact, I cooked cookies!
And I cooked Mac & Cheese with Wine!
*waits nervously for a reaction
from the audience*
*ducks a rotten tomato chucked at
her head*
Yes, alright. Bad, bad writer. (I should really invest in a “Bad, bad
writer” t-shirt at some point. It would certainly save on blog space. *smirks*)
But I still have the night to save myself from complete and utter
failure…
Admittedly, I have a 3 ½ year old coming over who will mostly likely
run his aunt into the ground and giggle adorably over the road kill (a road
kill who will most definitely be giggling herself), but there is still hope for
the writer in me.
As long as there are hours in the day, there is hope.
Hmm… maybe that’s what really deserves a t-shirt?
*smiles*
Have a great Friday night, everyone.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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