Well, I’ve spent about 90 minutes typing in a few chapters of my latest story. I do believe, if it ever is published, I will have to use a pseudonym. Sometimes I wonder about my mildly convoluted mind. Where do I come up with some of the horrors I visit on my characters? Maybe I’ve spent a little too much time staring into the abyss.
What also might seem strange to a lot of people is how I can go from writing on my murder/mystery stories to my light-hearted romances within minutes and never miss a beat. Is there something wrong with me? LOL.
One thing that can be rather disappointing is how two handwritten pages barely make one type-written so on paper it seems like I have a lot of chapters written, but once they are typed in they are quite pathetic especially if one considers how much time it took me to write them. {sigh} I have about 40 more handwritten pages to type in – I wanted to get them all in tonight so I could take my laptop to the dog park tomorrow and write while the dogs run around to their hearts delight. However, I have to admit it isn’t going to get done as I am starting to grow tired. It is 3 am so really need to be thinking about bed here before long.
I did assemble my other bookcase. I still have space in the second one for more books – maybe I’ll visit the library tomorrow on my way in to meet my sister for supper. Right now the library is giving away it’s used books rather than charging the $1 per hardbound. As I’ve said before, it seems sacrilegious somehow but I’m still going to take advantage of it. I’ve heard Goodwill has gotten a lot of books in too so maybe I will check them out as well. Life seems better, somehow, when I have my books around me. I didn’t like shutting them away in the pantry.
My furniture list is slowly being whittled down. Still need a smaller entertainment center, a kitchen table, a dresser or two, and another end table. Course then I will have to concentrate on art again.
