Goodness, do I ever wait till this late on a Saturday to make my blog post? I suppose sometimes I do, but those are the days I am at this point gearing up for an evening of relaxing at my house with my husband and dog. It is my favorite way to spend a Saturday or almost any evening. However, this evening, adventure beckons.
A month or two ago, we went to dinner with friends, then a show atIlion Little Theatre, then for drinks afterward (I may have written a blog post about it) (I just checked: two, in fact). It was such a delightful evening that when the final show of the season came around, one of the people involved (believe it or not, it wasn’t me) suggested we do it again. Naturally Steven and I jumped on board.
Knowing this was happening, why did I not make my blog post earlier? That is a good question. Well, I was kind of busy. I went to the laundromat and worked on my novel. By “worked on my novel,” I mean I wrote my sister the novelist a letter lamenting my plot problems (which passed the time nicely at the laundromat), then sat at home, staring at pages of novel and notes, thinking, “What the hell am I going to do with this?”
I finally began to write one of those back cover blurbs, to try to get an overview of the thing. I think it was helpful. Tomorrow I will look at it again and try, try, try to figure out what to do next. Maybe I’ll call the novelist sister and get her advice. Or maybe that will be another stalling tactic.
In any case, I must leave soon for tonight’s adventure. I had meant to write a really fast, three sentence post, then try to do an unprecedented second post later tonight. However, I think this one can count. See you on Wrist to Forehead Sunday.