I have not written in almost a month. Sheesh, what have I been doing with my life? Not much that is intensely exciting. I read a lot, I work a lot. I sleep a lot. Actually, I'm not sure I sleep enough so that might not be true. I certainly watch more tv than I should, but there are such interesting things on tv, shows like Chuck or Castle or Criminal Minds, (apparently I am into the 'C' tv shows.) I went home two weekends ago to spend time with my family and celebrate my parents' 36th anniversary.
My parents have spent more than half of their lives together, together for longer than they were apart. In the timeline of marriages in this world, 36 years is a really long time. But while we were celebrating, it just didn't seem like that long to me. In all the breaths of eternity, 36 years is one gasp. Which means my 26 years is maybe a half gasp, a shallow sniff through the nostrils, a flared testing of the air around me to figure out what is going on, a tensed awareness for just that sniff before I move on with my life. And what might happen in that split instance will determine the rest of my life. Kind of a cool thought, but I am busy enjoying my life in the stage it is in right now.
I am preparing for Maui, which is in 19 days and 17 hours. I got several ideas for stories, but I don't have time to work on them until I finish the novel I am working on now. Which was going slow for a while there because I am easily distracted and entertained, but is going faster now. My goal is to write 4 or 5 pages a week this month and next and then add more to that goal each month.
