30 June 2007

Writing, Writing, Writing

So here I am in Indiana after taking planes, trains, and automobiles yesterday. And yes, when the train passed through Gary, Indiana, I did sing, not caring that the guy next to me got up and changed seats. Here I am with some of the Misfits, and there has been food, laughter, and drink. And more food. Mich makes a mean pico de guac. We've been relaxed. So has my stomach. Relaxed right over my jeans.
But I'm getting some writing done. They gave me a shove on a short story I needed, and after I recovered from the cold, algae-filled pond water (when they push, they really push), I ticked the keyboard.
And Phil's been in the kitchen with Dinah cooking (which I'm thankful for both because he's a good cook and because when he cooks, the kitchen warms up, and my, but it's chilly up here).
Tomorrow I go into Chicago for the rest of the week. Heck, maybe I'll even post pictures. But don't get your hopes up.


Michelle Pendergrass said...

Ok, so who's Dinah and why's my husband in the kitchen with her?

Elaina M. Avalos said...

I don't have the balls to write the comment I was going to write here. So I'll save it for later. HA!

But I will say that it sounds like a fun time was had by all. I actually wrote this weekend too. One page but still. It was something. Rather wish I could've been there seeing as how you had honkin' huge martinis and all.

Pamela said...

someone's in the kitchen with Dinah... strummin' on the old banjo

Erin said...

Give my love to Minerva!