A rare Wednesday check-in from me, totally due to meeting Eden who (kindly) informed me I was going to write and post tonight. I needed that accountability, and here I am.
Until today, I hadn’t written anything outside of the day job. I have been exhausted and needing to fill the well for over a month. I now understand on a cellular level that good stress is as debilitating as bad stress, because moving into this lovely new house and neighborhood has beaten me to a pulp. I come home from the day job exhausted, and do nothing but play computer games and read.
The good part? I do spend a lot of weekend time going through boxes in the garage. It will be a nice, efficient, welcoming house when I am done. The bad part? I’m not writing. I have yet to find the correct configuration for my office that allows me to retreat without guilt. It doesn’t help that it has been one of the hottest few weeks I’ve weathered here in the past four years. I wake up thinking I’m back in north central Florida. Well, I’m tough, and I will persevere!
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After a long absence, Eden made me write this scene this afternoon (thank you, Eden). I added the 8 + 10 + 2 +1 + 6 for 27 sentences, and one more that had to be there for sense.
Carol leaned across the table. “So, how are things with Johnny?”
Linda sighed. “Even from across the room, he’s cute. Strong and silent. Just my type.” She smiled at Helen. “So, give! When is his platoon coming back?”
Helen sighed as well, not wanting to talk about it. “It’s called a flight in the Army Air Forces.”
“You say tom-ah-to, I say, well, to-mah-to. When are you going to see him?”
“I’m not sure I’m going to see him again.”
“What?” Carol gaped at her.
Linda asked, “Did he dump you?”
“No, things were just going a bit fast.”
“I like fast.” Carol grinned.
Linda swatted her arm. “This isn’t about you.” Turning to Helen, she asked, “Did he pull that ‘I could die tomorrow, so sleep with me tonight’?”
Helen shook her head. “No, nothing like that. He was just getting too serious.”
Carol asked, “But isn’t serious good?”
Linda laid her hand on Carol’s arm. “Not always.”
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