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With Paul and Michelle's help, and a bit of sweat and swearing and long hours, my spare room is really turning into something. Michelle gave me a very lovely white cushioned high backed chair. I have a desk, some book cases, a few paintings on the wall, and throw pillows. I also have a bag filled with all of my yarn and crochet needles, along with a respectable stack of mythology / folklore / legends / fairy tale books.
I have been writing like a madwoman. I have main character bios complete, minor character bios, places, towns, names, descriptions, small conversations, things I want to happen, things I am unsure of, a bad guy (girl), some minions...
This is very huge. Monumentally Huge. I am very proud of myself. I think I am actually going to finish it this time. The Book. The big one. The one I have been thinking about for years.
Since Paul and I decided to wait until after winter to buy a house I have been putting a lot of effort into making this place as cozy and comfortable as possible. That included a minor redecorating of the living room and my writing room cleaned out and organized. I also bought a lovely down comforter and 1200 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. So obviously it is nearly impossible getting out of bed in the morning.
I think I am going to write a short story for Derek for his birthday. He and I were giggling over the Adventures of Milkman, Pokin', and Dawkter Bill. So I might compose a little 2 or 3 page number for a surprise. Obviously it would be less of an adventure and more Milkman and Pokin' bumbling around like morons while Dawkter Bill looks on in disgust.
I had a terrible morning. A few things that alone would mean nothing but piled on at once were just obnoxious. So Paul brought me home a small bag of my favorite potato chips and reese's peanut butter cups.
He really is the best a girl could ask for.
Michelle said some things the other day during our writing session that were very sweet. She said she felt so comfortable around him, that he and I were really a perfect fit, that our relationship gave her hope of finding the guy that compliments her like he does me. It should be noted Michelle has never liked any guy I dated, even stopped speaking to me for 3 years mostly because of a guy I dated. So it means more then I could say that she not only approves of Paul, but likes him as a person. Her and Lyndsey joked about comparing guys they meet to him. Granted we were sitting in a bar waiting to go to an Old 97's concert and there was alcohol involved but I still consider this to be important.
I love that my friends like Paul. I like it even more that I love him, and he loves me. Though he did bribe me with a half of a peanut butter cup so I would do the dishes tonight. I'd do almost anything for a peanut butter cup.
I have been writing like a madwoman. I have main character bios complete, minor character bios, places, towns, names, descriptions, small conversations, things I want to happen, things I am unsure of, a bad guy (girl), some minions...
This is very huge. Monumentally Huge. I am very proud of myself. I think I am actually going to finish it this time. The Book. The big one. The one I have been thinking about for years.
Since Paul and I decided to wait until after winter to buy a house I have been putting a lot of effort into making this place as cozy and comfortable as possible. That included a minor redecorating of the living room and my writing room cleaned out and organized. I also bought a lovely down comforter and 1200 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. So obviously it is nearly impossible getting out of bed in the morning.
I think I am going to write a short story for Derek for his birthday. He and I were giggling over the Adventures of Milkman, Pokin', and Dawkter Bill. So I might compose a little 2 or 3 page number for a surprise. Obviously it would be less of an adventure and more Milkman and Pokin' bumbling around like morons while Dawkter Bill looks on in disgust.
I had a terrible morning. A few things that alone would mean nothing but piled on at once were just obnoxious. So Paul brought me home a small bag of my favorite potato chips and reese's peanut butter cups.
He really is the best a girl could ask for.
Michelle said some things the other day during our writing session that were very sweet. She said she felt so comfortable around him, that he and I were really a perfect fit, that our relationship gave her hope of finding the guy that compliments her like he does me. It should be noted Michelle has never liked any guy I dated, even stopped speaking to me for 3 years mostly because of a guy I dated. So it means more then I could say that she not only approves of Paul, but likes him as a person. Her and Lyndsey joked about comparing guys they meet to him. Granted we were sitting in a bar waiting to go to an Old 97's concert and there was alcohol involved but I still consider this to be important.
I love that my friends like Paul. I like it even more that I love him, and he loves me. Though he did bribe me with a half of a peanut butter cup so I would do the dishes tonight. I'd do almost anything for a peanut butter cup.