A Salt Lake City cupcake company won last night on Cupcake Wars.
This is good because I like cupcakes.
Ann Dee and I need new-to-us houses.
Is it wrong if we were to find something nice and then having longing and desire for that home?
Can I have something good?
I don’t mind remodeling as long as the pipes and electric aren’t bad.
Plus Ann Dee is gone and while I don’t call her all the time she is my friend and I miss her. Now I feel the urge to go peek through her windows. Mostly, I am not a peeker. Not through windows. The last thing I need is someone thinking I’m weirder than the average writer.
I have to write a synopsis.
I can’t do it. I swore to Steve I’d have it to him on Friday, last week.
I have to think of an external sweep to add to another story.
I can’t do it. I swore to Steve I’d have the rewritten book to him in two weeks two weeks ago.
Why can’t I feel better?
Why can’t I eat candy all day and feel good?
Why did I stick the gum under the shelf at the one place? I’m not saying where or WHEN I did this. But I will say–I had to.
Yesterday, Chris rode a bike to our house.
I thought, “You should steal that bike and ride it somewhere.”
But I didn’t because the last time I rode a bike I lost control and the next thing I knew I was riding willy nilly across the rode, into my neighbor’s yard, through their flower bed and then–of course–straight home. It took 8 Seconds. They made a movie about my life. You can watch the whole thing on YouTube, BTW. Had I stolen yesterday’s bike I would have lost control down the very steep driveway that winds up on a busy street.
So, what would your main character do if her doggie found a hand?
What would your main character do if she walked in on her mother kissing a man who was not the mother’s husband?
What would your main character do if she wound up in a car where the people were going to rob a bank?
Just something to think about.