With twigs still knotted in my hair and the cloying scent of bear dung to my shoes, I return from the mountains sane and marvelously fresh!
If you ignore the “bear dung” thing…
And if you allow a loose interpretation of the “sane” thing.
*then whips out the binoculars and checks the blog auditorium for any speck of attendance*
*curses the house lights for blinding the seat view*
This is the point where I sincerely hope I’m not up here yapping at an empty room.
I’m perfectly aware that there are better blog-shows out there. Competition is fierce, and I know I’m at a distinct disadvantage.
While other blogs might have sequined and fancily feathered show barkers touting their blogger’s wares, I only have a certifiable nut of a writer and 15 pounds of four-legged fur and fury to lure you kind folks in to my show.
So, what I’m saying is this… I appreciate all of you who have hung with me and the pushy canine through our week away. Thank you.
Now, on to the show!
*pushy canine rolls eyes*
I am very proud and very shocked to report that I did not write a single word during the entirety of my vacation!
I did not check my email once!
I did not even muse about future or current storylines in my normally work-obsessed brain!
And, this is the really “WTF? You’re kidding me!” part, I came out of the mountains as sane as I went into them!
As a side note, I also managed not to alienate any of my family members with my admittedly weird/crazy/nutty/”You really need help” antics…
*pauses, reconsiders, then nods*
Yeah, you’re right. That deserves a “WTF? You’re kidding me!” too.
Anyhow, back to work today with a little over a month left until Book Three’s deadline. I need to average around 700 words a day to get it done which is definitely doable if not a little groanable.
I just hope I didn’t drop my ability to write into that huge pile of bear dung outside our cabin’s door.