What do you think of the title? Pretty bad, huh? If you don't think so, keep on reading and groan along with me.
Sunday night, while I was trying to sleep, Hope finally started talking to me. That's the good news. The bad news is that by the time I woke up on Monday morning, I'd totally forgotten everything she said. Heck, I'd forgotten she'd talked to me at all until Monday night when I was looking for her picture and she piped up again. "You're going to be surprised," she tells me. By what? I ask. Of course, that brings me no response. Is it any wonder why I enjoy torturing these people so much when I write?
I never did find her picture and I wanted to go to bed early, so I quit looking. I'll pick it up again today when I get home from the EDJ--if I don't get busy with something else. (Of course, I didn't get to bed early. Sigh.)
I finished plugging the first round of holes that my writing buddy found in my latest project. I thought it would take a lot longer than it did. Of course, round two might be just around the corner, so I guess I shouldn't feel too relaxed about it just yet.
So now the big question is what do I do today during lunch at the EDJ? I'd like to work on my Polynesian couple, but I prefer to work on one project at a time and I'm on the Hope/Ethan thing right now, and besides, I don't have names or a good grasp on their story just yet. Makes it hard to write. Maybe I'll slip a book in my bag and read--now that would be a change of pace. :-)
