EW

Ramblings on writing, crafting and life.

Apparently the site is broken. Matt just let me know that he got an error message when he tried to comment. I’ll work on getting that fixed tonight. I realize the masses are clamoring – oh I can’t even type that.

I must admit that I pondered – just for a moment – leaving it that way. Slamming Matt with impunity…comments…slamming Matt…comments. Alas, comments won out.

So M had the brilliant idea to take the short and demonic horde to a new beach this morning. We had a great time collecting shells, they paddled, got minorly fried, explored and generally ran themselves ragged. They were all zonked in the car on the way home, and I was nearly gleeful thinking “Yippee!!! I can accomplish something this afternoon/evening!” Ummmm, think again me.

M, The oldest and I are all beat. Dragging around, watching football, basically being lazy schlubs. All my bold plans of productivity having fallen far, far by the wayside. And the two shortest demonic beings are racing about wreaking general havoc and creating mayhem with joyous abandon. It was a sobering moment to realize wow, the day at the beach even sapped the nearly 12 year old. Yet it seems to have plugged the 6 and 3 year olds into some kind of hyper-sonic energy socket. We  – are – so – screwed. Heh.

Oh wait.

I’m hearing the dulcet tones of the Black Eyed Peas. “Boom Boom Pow” drifting up the stairs and the oldest announcing she “needs to do a cartwheel”. Well. Guess it’s just me and the old man that are…old.

Wow, who knew a month and a half could go that fast. Between the back-to-school drama and just life, 6 weeks sure did speed by. Not that I think there are a multitude of people out there wondering “Hey! Why hasnt that Elizabeth chick updated her blog?”, but a gal can imagine at least one person fretting cant she? So for that one fretter – Im here and 18 is in sight! Not just in sight, but riiiiiight there. And The outline for the last five chapters is being re-done. Which gave me a massive moment of OMG!!! I am close enough to the end, that I actually  need to be planning for it. Who knew?? Four and some odd years later, folks. And yes…I am finally arriving at the end of the first draft.

I have to stiffen my spine when I utter that amount of time. Surely Ullyses didnt take this damned long to rough out…right? What on earth am I creating here, not some magnum opus of Urban Fantasy…just what I hope is a good, solid story. Hopefully one that will entice a reader enough to follow Sarah on to Book 2. Judgement…I know. Judgement. Let it go, me.

Ok, time to go slay the end of 17.