She told me, finally, what she wanted to say next.
I was relieved because I kept thinking Chapter 49 was actually the last Chapter of Writing Fiction.
And I was also relieved after I got over the whole 'a-fictional-character-is-yelling-at-me' creeped-out part that nobody with a cattle prod and a big hypodermic full of tranquilizers came to haul me away.
I wrote some on Chapter 50 on Monday, but I was pretty busy trying to check things off my list so I could attend a little blog meet-up on Tuesday in Tucson.
Busy, busy, busy.
But even with all the busy, I didn't actually accomplish anything on my list.
The guy at the plastic surgery consultation was a bust. APPARENTLY you can't actually go in the day before an event to get 15 years (and eye sagging removed). Who knew? Geez.
And the nice technician at the lipo place also had bad news. APPARENTLY you can't have 50 pounds surgically removed in 2 hours. Again, who knew?
APPARENTLY clothing stores no longer sell the amazing illusion girdle that makes you look like you're 5 sizes smaller than you actually are.
APPARENTLY clothing stores realized that women dying from being unable to inhale was a bad thing.
Like that really matters.
But, what the heck.
I'm gonna be brave and go anyway.
I figure if they don't recognize me or are shocked at my haggard and chunky appearance, I can always resort to sitting in my car and texting them 'sighs', 'so's..." and '...'s'.
It's good to have a contingency plan, don'tcha think?
I'll let you know how it goes. Unless it goes really, really bad and then I'll slink away into the night to comfort myself with something pumpkin-y and brown-sugar-y and will never be heard from again.
Talk about setting myself up for snarky remarks.
But you guys would never make a snarky remark to me. You're too sweet for that.
And I know that for a fact.
You really helped me clear my head and make a decision on the dark writing from "Dark Side of the Stars".
I love you for that, man!
It's not love in a stalking, scary, 20/20 sort of way...
It's love in a 'thank you for listening and helping me to make a decision' sort of way.
My decisions is...
Dark needs to stay dark.
Maybe on a seperate blog. Maybe not on a blog at all.
We all have dark.
Different dark and levels of black.
I shall continue to make it my mission to bore you, cause you to spit out your coffee once in awhile, get all deep-thoughts on you occasionally, and to confuse you and sometimes amuse you.
That's what kind of a blogger I am.
I gotta go. Pearl is yammering away ... and you all know what a blabbermouth she is!!!