Month: January 2011

Somewhere in the sands of time…

Sara

I’ve been trying to write this…scene in my current story project. It hasn’t been working out very well. It keeps coming out all awkward and wrong and it just feels weird and off. I decided to go back to an old project to where I wrote a similar (but altogether different) scenario to see how I’d written that one. It gave me a few ideas, but it still didn’t help the awkwardness of the current… Keep reading…Somewhere in the sands of time…

Gonna start tomorrow…

Sara

I have replies to write to people regarding my depression post. It’s slow going. But it’ll get done. Last week we spent roughly $1,300 on repairs between our two cars. It was painful and only partially planned. Thank EFFING GAWD they are both PAID OFF. Bob made his final car payment in December. He decided to finally get his rear bumper fixed that has been damaged for over three years—before he even met me. It… Keep reading…Gonna start tomorrow…

Here we are with your obsession…

Sara

For the first time in…I have no idea how long…a week maybe…I went to bed when Bob did instead of staying up. He gave me a fabulous back rub to relax me and I wasn’t too ungodly restless to lay in bed until I eventually fell asleep. I don’t think it took me too long to fall asleep. But I was awake after about three hours. And here I sit. I guess the sleep was… Keep reading…Here we are with your obsession…

In the morning they were wrong…

Sara

I am in dire need of a hair cut. My shortest layer is almost touching my shoulders. If I comb my hair straight, it probably is touching my shoulders by now. And the longest is far beyond my shoulders. This is the longest my hair has been in several years. It is driving me absolutely batty. I just can’t seem to get my ass out the door to get it cut. There is a Fantastic… Keep reading…In the morning they were wrong…