It's Tuesday...

And I'm in the wind for a few days. There do not seem to be enough tissues in my house right now. When I'm not walking, I'm writing. If I'm not writing I'm probably sleeping. Big scary project has six pages. Six pages that I cherish. And I know what's going to happen next! Which is always good when you um...you know, are writing a book.

I'll tell you a secret. I want to get in my car and just motherfucking drive. When I get this way my wanderlust grows horns and teeth and is very demanding. When I was nineteen I would have done it, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya. I'll be back when I get here. But I'm all grown up now (hold on, I had to laugh...) and have yet to give into that wanderlust. And I know I never would.

But I am gonna lay low. Swing back and forth between BSP (thusly names BIG SCARY PROJECT) and a super funny paranormal I'm working on. What kind of mental dysfunction do I have if I can be crying one moment and writing a scene that makes me laugh uncontrollably the next? Is there a name for that particular mind defect?

Be good, kids. Or as close as you can be without laughing.

I love you guys!

xoxo
Sommer