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I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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The Waiting Game #593114 added June 25, 2008 at 10:42pm
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Time is moving
Well, the count down has begun. I always get a little nuts just before I have to get on an airplane. The damn things freak me out. Doesn't matter how many times I fly, I still hate it. I will never get used to it. I am so NOT looking forward to my ears going all nuts on the landing, and it taking at least two hours for them to pop and depressurize my damn brain.
On a good note - I will have the laptop with me. This is going to be so different from the many times where I've printed my work out so I can edit it. I can do it all from my new favorite toy. How friggin awesome and exciting is that? I bought an extra battery today, cost $150, but I am hoping it will be worth it. I am dipping into my emergency fund. Let's face it. A fourteen hour flight (which doesn't include connecting flights) requires more than a four hour battery life. And suddenly, my four hour battery is only good for about two anyway. WTF is up with that? It could wait until September to take a crapper, and I would only be slightly pissed. Doing it now, after only three months of usuage just pisses me off to no end.
The pinched nerve is another irritant at the moment. I am having good days, and then days like yeterday hit, where I am almost in tears because it's so bad. This morning sucked, and like a complete idiot, I left my muscle relaxers at work.  So I am hoping to sleep thru the night and drag my ass to work early so I can medicate myself. The trainer at the gym, DREW, I love him, told me that I shouldn't be doing any upper body weight training. Damn it all. I have three weeks to lose the ten pounds I am counting on before I hit the plane. This is just screwing my plan. Typical, I swear. Karma has come a calling and is biting me in the ass for all the bad shit I did this year. Oh yeah, I do believe in it. How else do we explain things turning on a dime. God's sense of humor all right.
Well, I'm off. Actually have direction again for Duncan. But the fingers are starting to feel funky, and it's almost eleven. So if I am smart, which I do believe I am, I will call it a night now, before pushing myself into a painful evening.
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