It's Friday people. I wish I could say it's the end of the week, but it's not. It's sort of the middle for me. Although Monday still comes in 3 days.
Thank you to GhostFolk for stopping by yesterday. I'll have to e-mail you my ghost stories. One of them is kind of weird. As to the 5 year old story trying to get written, I'm still thinking on it. I need to find all my notes and put them back together. Do a real outline, you know, be literary about it because that's the kind of book it is. It ain't no country fried women's fiction.
And I don't mean that in a bad way. Please don't take offence. I grew up on the East Coast, New England, in the city. I adored Fried Green Tomatoes and Driving Miss Daisy. I couldn't write that if I tried. Southern women have that "way" about them that only southern writers, I think, can capture.
Hot snot on that whole Harlequin "Horizens" thing going on huh? Good thing I didn't decide to persue that avenue. Good God Almighty, what next? It's all over the blogs I read, the writing group I'm on. Crazy stuff man. Makes me wonder if writing is all that it's cracked up to be. Okay I won't start THAT again.
Wish me luck this weekend I get some work done.