Been thinking about LouLou a lot. I can't wait to make the coffee shop a better representation of her personality...and mine.
But until then, I have a need to do some documentation of life events. S.O. called to say that he left his wallet at the conference room where he had a hearing. The conference room is three hours away from home. Without skipping a beat, I called his stepsister to see if she would mind watching A while I continued working on my chapter. I have no shame. I'll bake her some cookies or take her boys to the park or something....
Yes, the infamous chapter. Writing HAS to get easier, doesn't it? I am hoping against hope that it will. The thought of laboring over the material evidence of my fledging intellectual life in a manner such as what has characterized the last FIVE + months of my life causes me to wince.
And I can't get Johnny Depp's Captain John Sparrow out of my head. Have GOT to see Pirates of the Carribean.
Until I finish the chapter, though...Yo Ho, Yo Ho, the writer's life for meee...
ARRRR.
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