Tales from downtown

I'm helping out downtown today and I've had some of the weirdest phone calls you can imagine. Not weird-creepy. Just people asking odd questions. Seriously odd questions. Maybe it's just me.

I think I'm going to try to get the first couple pages (and/or the rough outline) of my story done today. Why not? It's not like I'm actually working. I'm just biding my time waiting for the next call. Anyway. I've got to get myself on some sort of writing schedule. Trying to squeeze in a few minutes here and there really isn't working for me. Maybe I need to *gasp* limit my computer time. Or maybe I need to limit how many episodes of whatever the flavor of the week is that I'm watching. Or maybe I need to stop wondering when Logan and Veronica will get together and START WRITING! What? I think they'd be cute together. All that snark in one place would be wonderful.

The point in all that is that I need to write more. I need to send out the one story I've finished so that those wonderful chicas who volunteered to read/edit it can do just that. I also have to pee. That I can take care of right now. -pause- much better. Back to the topic at hand. I'm never going to get where I want to be if I don't sit my ass down and write. To that end, I'm going to figure out a way that I can write, journal, and watch all my favorite shows while not neglecting my son. Because all that stuff up there is secondary to him. However, he's one of the driving reasons I want to be able to write books and such. I want to be able to stay home with him and watch him grow up. I actually have to do some work now. Bummer.

You want spam? You'll get spam!

tlace says I have to spam her to show how much I care. Okay, she didn't actually say that I have to spam her, but I feel that it's my duty to do this. Heh. I said "duty".

Did I mention at any point that I'm cutting out at 2:30 today? Well, consider it said. I'm planning on picking Cole up and being a total slug. However, I will be a total slug that's not at work. Yes! I figure that after my 11 hour day (with no lunch!) on Tuesday I deserve a little break. Plus, I don't want to descend into that state of complete exhaustion that I experienced a couple of weeks ago. That sucked. So, I'm taking some time for myself. Go, me!

Onto my story. I have the first part laid out in my head, but I haven't managed to write it down yet. It's going to go something like ...

Tabby hadn't seen her Aunt Lillian in 4 years. This didn't bother her too much because she had sent Tabby a canister of golf balls and a used pair of cowboy boots that were three sizes too small for her last birthday. The woman was obviously crazy.

Still, finding out that she had died was a little startling.

Well, that's the beginning. Take it or leave it. *g* More later.