Okay, I procrastinated enough this morning: week planned, tweets set, garden weeded,, breakfast eaten, first meditation of the day settled, [tweetthis]Time to set my mind, body, and soul to what fuels me. [/tweetthis]Writing. Do you ever put off what gives you the most pleasure? Let’s warm up with a little gratitude.
Monday morning is Mom’s time. I so look forward to our visits by phone. I tried to FaceTime her, because I haven’t seen her face in two months. Alas, the message, “unavailable,” came up, so I had to settle for the old-fashioned, land line. I settled in for a cup of coffee on the balcony, while we visited. She gave me my first laugh-out loud moment of the day. I laughed so hard, I inhaled a gnat. I swear, three hours later, it’s still trying to make it’s way out my windpipe. I envision my immune system in an Extreme Wrestling match with a tiny something with tinsy legs flailing relentlessly against a growing glob of mucous.
Facebook for crowd-sourcing. I put it out there, I need someone who can design the cover to my novel, A Ship of Pearl. I do believe I found someone in Chad Green. He’s as excited as I am out A Ship of Pearl, asking all the right questions. He sent me some examples of theatre posters he created, and now, I’m even more pumped. And guess what? Chad is my cousin’s son. Is that my second cousin, or my cousin once removed. Anyways, the inspiration behind one of the main characters is Chad’s grandpa. Chad’s going to help me with the cover and the early purchase postcards. Thank you Facebook. Thank you Chad.
Early morning wake-up thoughts. Usually when my thoughts wake me up, I hit the snooze button and tell them to remind me after 5:30. This time I hoped out of bed, and jotted them down, because they refused to doze another minute. ISBN number and copyright. Yes, this thing is really going to happen.
Inspiration from God. Well, that’s the way I’m looking at this next one. In the middle of church, Sunday’s reading, Loved-One leaned over and whispered something in my ear about the gospel. “Sorry,” I said, “I was in the middle of writing my next book.” Church is one of the places I get my inspiration. I’m pretty sure more than Loved-One whispers in my ear on Sunday morning.
Ice cream cones, cupcakes, and grand-daughters. The week filled with first shopping with Miss K, 12, and Miss E,16, on our birthday shopping day. Miss K wanted a romper and Miss E said, ‘I do too.,’ which resulted in Miss K smiling from ear-to-ear. Besides their own picks, together we picked out a bright green romper with matching glitter flip-flops for 10 year-old, Miss G’s birthday. Shopping, lunch, and girl-gabbing, and it was home to make cupcakes for Miss G’s birthday party. And where did I get all the candies to go on top? At my favorite ice cream store, Mellie’s, where they sell flavors like “Exhausted Parent” (bourbon-expresso-chocolate) and “This is @#!%&*! Serious” (dark chocolate, cashews, caramel, peanut butter.)
