Know what’s funny?

When kid’s prank call your house and ask if your refrigerator is running.

And you say no.  😦

 

So along with the cancer, the torn up ankle and knee, the mounting medical bills, the irate children, and mutinous husband I now have about $1000 in spoiled food and a busted fridge.  Sears can’t come out to service it until next Tuesday ( which is like FOREVER in broken fridge days).  I should probably write a story where cannibal repairmen come and rip the one that is making me wait limb from limb and then eat him.  Yep.  Sounds good.

I am trying so hard to stay on schedule with my writing.  I got distracted by my short story this week, I ended up polishing it and submitting it for an anthology.  We’ll see. 😀

I decided that my first chapter needed an addition to it to make something else later on make more sense.  My first chapter is now 12 pages single spaced.  Gah.  Methinks I overshot.

I have this really detailed not in actual writing plan on how I am going to have this thing finished by the end of September and polished by the end of October so that I can go to the Backspace Author Seminar and be able to hob knob with agents and get a book deal and be ridiculously famous and buy hundreds of working refrigerators and comfy socks and live happily ever after… *breathe, Laura, breathe* I just have to keep on this path.  The hardest thing is just to keep going sometimes when every problem in life seems so big.  To remember there is Someone looking out for you.  I need to do that more often.

I also joined a site called Ladies Who Critique, so that I could find a crit or writing partner.  Despite everyone that has joined, I don’t think there is actually a matching program to do that.  I kind of expected something like eharmony  for writers, where they match you with a compatible person to help you along.  I am reserving judgement since it is in beta, but I will say that the group of women who have also joined in its first days are lovely and funny and pretty dang awesome.   I hope to be lucky enough to be asked to partner with one of them if we ever figure out how that happens.

And the dog just tooted under my chair.  Great.  Good thing I was done here anyway.

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