This is me. It’s been 24 hours since Nim’s, The Dog, chocolate, and writing company. Yeah. I’ve recovered. Today was a good writing day, but now I have to get up and boogie before I get a brain cramp. Time for some Christina Aguilera — Ain’t No Other Man. You got that right.
It’s Earth Day today. Laugh. Dance. Sing. Reduce your eco footprint. Plant a tree. Plant a Calla Lily. It’s my favorite.
The mini chocolate wine Guinness writing marathon is over. The marathoners are done. Finished. Kaput. My writing buddy is on her way home. The Black Dog was a big hit. I’m in my office. Plugged-in. I think my CPU needs a new fan thingie. It’s making a funny noise. Business as usual.
I’m into Steve Holy in a big way. Love the voice. Love the music. One of my fave tunes is Brand New Girlfriend. Steve’s got a brand new girlfriend. Well, I’ve got a brand new Monday. It’s funny how Monday roles around with such regularity. Whoda thunkit?
I greet most Mondays like a slug moving across the pavement after a good rain — not going anywhere in particular and in no hurry to get where I’m not going. The face is marked with sheet creases, and the hair looks like I’ve just seen a Technicolor horror. Okay. I look pretty much like that every morning. All I can say is Mr. G, honey must be in love to plant a kiss on my Monday morning mug. He pats me on the head and says, “cute,” too. This is followed by a deep, male chuckle. Mr. G, honey makes a funny.
But this morning, I’m feeling pretty fine. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping. The patio doors are open, and I can feel a warming breeze. It’s unseasonably warm. After our Canadian winter, I don’t mind a few days of unseasonably warm.
My writer buddy and I are into our second day of the mini writing marathon. I’m not sure how much I accomplished yesterday, but I started at 7:30 this morning, sheet-creased face and all. We skipped out yesterday afternoon to Nim’s Island, so that Keziah could get her fantasy Gerard Butler fix. You can read about it here.
It was a fun movie. While I loved all the characters and the actors who portrayed them, Jodie Foster stole the film for me with her portrayal of the self-proclaimed, borderline agoraphobic writer, Alexandra Rover. I’m sure most writers can identify with her imaginary friends — not to mention her writing process — I know I can.
I’ll be spending most of the day with my own imaginary friends. Okay. I confess. There will be that quick break for lunch at The Dog. Everyone has to experience The Dog just once. Other than that, it’s every writer in the kitchen for herself. Oh, boy. I hope Keziah doesn’t wander over here and find out she’s not getting dinner. I’ll chill a bottle of wine and pray she doesn’t notice. See Elen channel the less is more hostess.
How’s your Monday going so far?
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