Rock

A few days ago I told you how difficult it was playing the tortoise instead of the hare on the final sprint to Quiver’s (my 17^th novel’s) finish.

Well, extreme measures have had to be taken to retain my turtlehood…

Like plunking a big, old, fat rock on my shell.

Yessiree, bob.

Yesterday, after 150 words of detailing work on the novel, all Quiver business was shut down for the rest of the day. I knew if I wrote one more word I wouldn’t stop until I was being given oxygen on the other side of that finish line.

It was clear that pinning myself down to a designated spot for the remainder of the afternoon was obviously necessary. So, I focused all my OCD tendencies on…

Making spiders.

Spider legs, to be exact. 

(Made the bodies the other day.)

I’m talking paper Halloween spiders here, folks. I haven’t gone Dr. Frankenstein on you quite yet, so please relax.

I’m throwing my 4 year old nephew a Halloween party next Saturday and the theme this year is, you guessed it, spiders.

Happy spiders.

Friendly spiders.

Gaily attired arachnids suitable for G-rated audiences…

That, ladies and gentlemen, was the big, old, fat rock on my shell.

Now, just try to tell me my life isn’t ridiculous.

Go ahead. I dare you.

*shakes head and laughs*

Until tomorrow…

Chloe