If you were guessing that I haven't posted because there's been nothing to say, you're close to right. Finally finally finally the workmen are finished fixing up the exterior of the store. Finally I have finished repainting the sign and it is back up above the door.
Now BC teachers are on strike, and while I no longer have kids at home, my bosses do. So my one boss loaned me a teenage boy this morning to do some of the heavy work I've been avoiding around here. Even so, I did too much and am suffering for it. But you can't ignore a gift teenager! I'd certainly be in much worse shape if I'd've moved all those five gallon buckets myself. Mostly I directed traffic.
On the writing front, I've been jotting things in a notebook as I think of them. When I went over the notes to see what I had, I discovered that I have roughly half the novel outlined. Gotta love the low-pain method of outlining. I still need to key in what I've got and figure out where it goes from here. It's gotta go somewhere, because my couple aren't together yet. And I still have 30K of story left to go. Hopefully I'll be able to get to that yet today.
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I'd be willing to bet if word gets out, you'll have many offers of gift teenagers!
I'll post a disclaimer then: I only want gift teenagers who will work hard, not require to be fed during working hours, and who leave when I'm done slave-driving them to get in trouble elsewhere.
And yes, Maripat already offered up her son...
Are you kidding? Once my son heard his dad talking about cutting down the tree in our front yard, he like this is better than a birthday present!
Meanwhile mom's fretting over every little thing that can go wrong.
Well, it's the best of all possible worlds if your son is willing (excited, even) to be your own gift teenager. Relax, Mom. They'll be fine.
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