I’m resurrecting Tell Me Tuesday—for this week, anyway. So…what have you all been up to? Is the writing going great, does it suck dusty toenails, do you wish you could take up another career?
I’m happy to report that I’m nearly back into the swing of things. First, an eight-day absence (What? Cindy was gone for eight days? Why didn’t she tell us? Where was she? What did she do?), then a nasty, nasty cold, followed by incorporating research into the first half of my WIP. Now I’m finally ready to begin writing new scenes again. What a relief! However, Friday morning Eldest Son comes home for—ta-da!—Canadian Thanksgiving. I’m picking him up from the airport with Allie McBeagle, who I’m sure will slobber all over him, then demand to get taken for a walk.
E.S.’s car is out of commission for the school year, which means I’ll spend much of MY long weekend without a car. However, Sunday night I’ll get fed at SILly’s house (Sister-in-Law, get it?), and all I have to bring is a green salad! Monday night (the actual Thanksgiving holiday), I’ll join my extended my-side-of-the-family for dinner at my parents’, and all I have to bring is a sweet potatoe casserole (which is interesting, because I hate sweet potatoes, yet every year that’s what The Queen of Sheba requests that I bring, so I must do a decent job of the dish even though I don’t eat it.) Tuesday is the Canadian Federal election, and for the first time ever the entire family—My Liege, Myself, Eldest Son and Youngest Son—will all get a chance to visit the polling stations together. I can’t recall if this is the first election since E.S. turned 18. However, Y.S. just turned 18, so it’s definitely his first election. I don’t know, I get all warm and fuzzy thinking of us voting as a family unit (even if our votes might count each other out).
Tuesday evening, E.S. flies back to university, and then I’ll be off to the races with my writing again.
So…I better get a LOT of work done before Friday. How about you?